Bewitched Page #7

Jack? Uno ms? From the top?

One more?

Did you see what happened?

Good stuff.

Moving on!

You know it, dude. Nice one.

Here we go.

Off to a good start, huh?

And after a while, he did what any

red-blooded American boy would do.

Samantha, will you marry me?

Cut!

Great! Beautiful. That was good.

That was good.

- Action.

- You're a witch?

And you waited until our

wedding night to tell me?

I don't believe this! Oh, golly!

Samantha.

Cut! Cut!

Joey, for God's sake.

Are you trying to kill everyone?

Because we can't breathe.

And what's going on

with the lightning?

You can't nod to the audience in

the show. It just breaks the reality.

What?

You can't nod to them.

You can't do...

Go sit in your chair.

Back to your chair.

All right, but...

Take two up. Rolling!

You're a witch? And you waited until

our wedding night to tell me?

I can't believe this.

What's going on?

Samantha.

Why is she waving?

Who are you?

I am Samantha's mother, Endora.

A mortal? You married a mortal?

Oh, my poor, poor baby.

This is just horrifying.

I think I need a drink.

Freeze!

Unfreeze!

What a shame you didn't drink it.

If you had, perhaps you could've spent

your wedding night as a bullfrog.

Don't worry, Samantha. I won't do it.

Witch's honor.

My darling, we are quicksilver.

We're a fleeting shadow.

We're a distant sound.

- That's your mother?

- We live on the wind...

...in the sparkle of a star.

And you want to trade all that

for an acre of crabgrass?

Did she just call me

an acre of crabgrass?

Deal with it, Derwood.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you!

I want a piece of the show. Why?

Because I put this thing together,

that's why.

Because Jack Wyatt doesn't

parallel park without checking with me.

Let me call you back. J-Bone!

You're crushing it, baby.

Absolutely crushing it.

- I think we got something.

- It's exciting.

- How's Isabel doing?

- She's perfect.

She looks hot and she lets you score

like a madman.

I know. She's great.

I can't believe you found her.

You think she's gonna notice?

What? That she doesn't have a part?

Not a chance. She's clueless.

Plus, I think she's got

a little thing for you.

It's freaking pathetic.

- You think so?

- Yes.

Man, that would be...

Such a nightmare. I know.

Can you imagine?

Although, she does have kind of

a cute little back end on her.

I wouldn't kick her out of bed

for eating a box of crackers.

Isabel?

- Did she hear us?

- Not a chance.

A couple of changes to the script.

It was running a little long,

so we cut your lines.

Think of it this way,

it's less to memorize.

Sorry.

Lunch!

Isabel!

I feel like a fool. A big, stupid,

sad fool, and yet I'm angry as well.

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