Practical Magic Page #6

Gillian:
Come on!

=== EXT. ROAD NIGHT ===

Gillian:
Please, God, if you get us out of this, I'll be good. I'll have babies.

Sally:
I have babies, Gillian. I had normal. And I worked really hard to get that normal.

Gillian:
It's all my fault, Sally. I didn't mean to ruin your life. I just had no one else to turn to.

Sally:
Get in the car. Get in the car. We have to go to the police. It was self-defense.

Gillian:
The old slowly-poison-him-to-death self-defense? Come on, Sally, they're never going to believe us.

Sally:
You really should stop smoking so much.

Gillian:
Why?

Sally:
I'll probably get life. I should smoke two at once. It'll shorten the sentence. I really don't want to lose my children.

Gillian:
I know. I don't want you to either.

Sally:
What are you thinking?

Gillian:
When Muchael died, you asked the aunts to bring him back.

Sally:
But they wouldn't.

Gillian:
Wouldn't. but couldn't.

Sally:
No, They were right. He'd come back as something dark and unnatural.

Gillian:
Jimmy already is dark and unnatural. I don't care what he comes back as.

Sally:
No, that is not an option. That is not a choice.

Gillian:
We don't have a choice, Sally! This is our choice!

=== INT HOUSE NIGHT ===

Sally:
You owe me big-time.

Gillian:
Watch his balls.

Sally:
You watch them

(Jimmy's on the table)

Gillian:
Okay, Jimmy, I will get you out of this but when I do, we are definitely breaking up. It is over.

Sally:
What are you doing?

Gillian:
Nothing.

Sally:
Are you sure you want to do this.

Gillian:
Absolutely.

(They cast spells)

Sally:
"Lips pursed, emit wind over tongue in motion, teeth on edge.

Gillian:
Good enough, good enough.

Sally:
"Touch bounded smudge of blue sage with braided wheat staw. insert needles through eyes of corpse."

Gillian:
Through the eye?

Sally:
n the eye. No way.

Gillian:
I think we should wait for the aunts.

Sally:
It's not like he's going to stay fresh. It's now or never. I need for you to get me something white to write on top of the star. Chop-chop! This is good.

=== INT. BEDROOM MIDNIGHT ===

Gillian:
Wakey-wakey!

Sally:
Midnight margaritas! Come on!

=== INT. KITCHEN MIDNIGHT ===

Aunt Frances:
I see a man in your future and he is gorgeous.

Gillian:
He's big. But you're scared to death and you wind up like a frigid old hag. With your two frigid old hag aunts. I don't know where that came from. That was weird.

Aunt Jet:
She's never been interested in her gifts. She just made that all up.

Aunt Frances:
Don't lie. Gillian has her own magic. And we all know what it is.

Sally:
Oh, please. Since when is being a slut a crime in this family?

Aunt Frances:
What would you know about it?

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