Darrin Stephens:
Sam, don't expect your mother to be gracious. She doesn't do imitations.
Endora:
Samantha, I will not stand here and be insulted by something which is 94 percent water.
Darrin Stephens:
Oh, yeah! Well, what about something which is a hundred percent hot air?
Samantha:
Then I thought of the most brilliant scientific mind of the age.
Dr. Bombay:
Thank you.
Samantha:
But he died a year ago, so I decided to call you.
Samantha:
I'm not a bad witch! I'm a good witch!
Darrin Stephens:
Her mother's a bad witch.
Samantha:
Gladys, what are you doing?
Gladys Kravitz:
I came over for a snoop, uh, a scoop of sugar. I hope I'm not disturbing you.
Abner Kravitz:
Gladys, let's play house. You be the door and I'll shut you.
Samantha:
Darling, I've been trying for weeks to give this house a thorough cleaning. These carpets are filthy.
Darrin Stephens:
How can you worry about dirt on the rugs when we're about to see the surface of the moon?
Samantha:
The moon could use a vacuuming too. All that dust... yych.
[
after finding out Samantha's been to the moon before]
Newscaster's Voice:
With the evidence of this and future space voyages, we may be closer than we think to actually shooting a man to the moon.
Darrin Stephens:
I could save them the trip.
Samantha:
[
to her mother] You know, this has been the strangest morning. First Darrin starts asking ridiculous questions and then you pop in like Lady Macbeth doing the neglected mother bit.
Darrin Stephens:
Hello, sir.
Maurice:
Please, why so formal? Call me Maurice.
Darrin Stephens:
Okay... Maurice.
Maurice:
Or Dad.
Darrin Stephens:
Okay... Dad.
Maurice:
You were right, "Sir" is best.
Samantha:
Now when it comes to Santa Claus, most mortals don't believe he exists... just like they don't believe in witches.
Samantha:
Try to control your temper. Remember, "Peace on earth, goodwill to men" includes witches.
Darrin Stephens:
You remember Louise Tate, don't you, Serena?
Cousin Serena:
Ohhhh yes! Hi, Louise!
Louise Tate:
Hi!
Cousin Serena:
[
to Larry Tate so Louise can't hear them] Congratulations, Cotton-Top, you got a wild-looking chick there!
Uncle Arthur:
[
to Endora] When I think of you as a blood relative, I long for a transfusion.
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