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to make use of them.

It's too bad, though,

he's getting married, isn't it?

He's getting married?

How do you know?

Oh, one of his letters, I suppose.

[Chuckles]

Well, that rules him out.

I don't see why.

I don't take other woman's men.

But it would be so easy,

and it would be such good practice

for you, darling.

And he'd never suspect,

not in a million years.

[Meows] Honestly, it's amazing

the way people don't.

They just don't believe

there are such things.

I sit in the subway sometimes

or on buses or at the movies.

I look at the people next to me,

and I think,

What would you say

if I told you I was a witch?

[Chuckling]

I know they'd never believe it.

They just wouldn't believe it.

And I'd giggle- [ Giggles]

and giggle to myself.

[Bell jingles] You have got

to stop giggling here.

Queenie, I want you to swear that you'll

stop practising in this apartment house.

But you practice here.

I can be discreet about it. You can't.

I shall move to a hotel.

Very well then.

But if you get into trouble there,

don't look for me to get you out.

Auntie, I want you to swear...

that you will never practice

witchcraft again in this house.

If you don't, you'll be sorry.

And you know I can make you sorry too.

"Say I swear."

I swear.

[Sighs]

Really, Auntie.

It's for our own good, dear.

Well, I think you're very cruel.

[Meows]

if you'll wait, I'll change.

[Purring]

[Jazz Combo]

[Crowd Chattering, Laughing]

[Continues]

[Man]

I was present. I was there.

There were only a few of us, of course,

but I actually saw her do it.

I'm afraid I must agree with you...

up to a point.

Matilda's technique is superb,

but her brewing lacks quality.

But on the other hand, Mrs. de Passe, you must

admit that her ointments. Have done wonders.

Ointments.

Oh, my dear.

I abandoned ointments when I was 14.

That's understandable.

Of course, no one can mention

Matilda and you in the same breath.

There's been nothing this

century like you. Sweet.

[Continues]

Oh, Gil, darling, you're depressed.

I expect it's Christmas.

Always upsets me.

Auntie?

Auntie, don't you ever wish that

you weren't... what we are?

NO.

That you could just spend Christmas Eve

in a little church somewhere,

listening to carols instead of bongo drums?

Now, now. Come over and join

Zoe and Waldo and the others.

Why, even Mrs. de Passe is here.

I wish I could just spend some time

with some everyday people for a change.

You wouldn't like it, darling.

They're ordinary and humdrum.

Yes, I suppose so.

But it might be pleasant

to be humdrum once in a while.

Perhaps you'd like to be humdrum

with that Mr. Henderson?

I wouldn't mind.

[jazz Continues, Mufed]

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