The Witches of Eastwick Page #2

All right, who should we be looking for?

Somebody nice. Somebody you could like.

Somebody with a brain.

Somebody you could talk to.

Somebody you could be yourself with.

Someone to watch over me

All right, I've had it with you two.

He would have to be from out of town.

Especially considering what's in town.

A stranger. That would be interesting.

A tall, dark prince

traveling under a curse.

In Eastwick?

Romantic.

A foreign prince on a big, black horse.

All right, no, no, no.

If we're going to have it...

let's have it all.

He should be really handsome.

Not too handsome.

Nice eyes.

Nice ass.

Huge.

I prefer small.

Aesthetically, I prefer small.

Sam was huge and there were times

when I could not face it.

I'm in the middle myself.

But who cares?

As long as it works, it's in.

- It's in.

- Okay.

It's a nice thought, but wishing

for it won't make it happen.

Men are not the answer to everything.

So why do we always end up

talking about them?

I said, some man bought

the Lenox mansion.

Did you hear me?

Yeah. Who is he?

He's from New York, no wife, no family.

He told the realtors he needed room

for his pianos.

Apparently, he has a lot of pianos.

How many pianos can one guy have?

Don't you think it's kind of

strange and funny?

What's his name?

You know, that's strange too.

What's strange about his name?

They told me his name

for the column and I forgot it.

So I called back and it's gone again.

It's not like me to forget a name.

It's the big news of the day...

considering the history of the place.

I wonder if he knows.

I don't know.

Is that Clyde and Felicia?

Yeah. Clyde?

I'll call you back, okay?

I have this culinary piece.

Hi, Felicia.

"Cheeseburger pie"?

ls your column finished?

Here's the track meet, births and

deaths, the senior citizens' news.

The toxic waste article

should be done this afternoon.

This pie looks good.

Did you hear someone bought

the Lenox mansion?

That house is landmark building.

They have no right to sell it.

I can't do anything about that.

No.

You're too busy...

reporting on the horse trough and

Herbie Prescott's trip to Bermuda.

What's going to happen

to those birds now? Tell me that.

What birds?

The snowy egrets.

Where will they nest?

I don't know.

Exactly.

Felicia, what's the matter?

Honey. It's only a house.

Why are you so upset?

I have a feeling.

The most terrible feeling.

Something is happening.

Something evil.

I'm just glad they're selling.

I was afraid that...

They're not selling, they sold.

Just like that.

I don't understand.

You know I adore the little creatures.

So unreal, and yet the detail.

Little fingers and toes, little pudenda

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