Bewitched Page #9

- When?

Before you woke up. Oh, right!

Who wants to be with a witch?

Crazy crap like this

would always be happening!

And your point is?

- The point is, you'd never know.

- What?

Whether you were in love with her,

or whether she put a spell on you.

Like when you first spotted her in the

bookstore. Probably her idea, right?

No, that was my idea.

- Oh, that's terrible.

- I know, I just love to blend.

And when you got down on your knees

and you begged her to take the job.

What are you saying?

She probably planted the words

in your head.

No way, my words.

Yeah. What about the nose?

Hello? Is that even really her nose?

Of course it's her real nose.

Look. Is all's I'm saying is,

who wants to be with a witch?

I do.

She's going home.

And once a witch returns home,

she can't come back for 100 years.

She can't leave.

I need her. I want her. I want Isabel.

Well, come on, let's go get her.

Here we go! Let's go!

Let's go get her!

Follow me! Follow me, here we go!

Come on, here we go!

We'd better hurry.

She's leaving right this minute.

We've gotta stop her.

Hey, wait.

You can't drive, remember?

Remember that episode where

you pulled out and almost crashed?

Yes, well, that wasrt exactly me.

I, personally, am a great driver.

Whoopsie doodle!

Take it easy!

Can you slow down just a tad?

Is it "Porsche" or is it "Porscha"?

Who cares? Watch the road, please.

We've gotta get Isabel!

Oh, all right, party pooper.

Let me drive!

- There she is!

- Where?

Oh, no, she's flying away!

Pedal to the metal, buddy boy!

Watch it!

Oh, I'm about to be killed

by a fictional character.

Yes, you are.

- We're here.

- Here. Where?

Where is she?

Our place. She's at our place.

Thank you.

Thank you, Uncle Arthur.

Run to her, you idiot!

Isabel.

Oh, my God, you're here.

I'm so happy you're here.

- I'm leaving.

- No, no, no, you can't.

You'll be gone forever if you leave.

You'll be gone 100 years without

being able to come back.

That's ridiculous.

Who told you that?

He did.

Well, what are you doing here

if you're leaving?

I was going home.

But I don't know where that is.

Home is with me.

- Don't go. Please.

- But I'm...

- We'll work it out.

- We can't.

Yes, we can.

I can't be normal,

because I'm a witch.

I can't be a witch,

because I really wanna be normal.

- It's not possible.

- Of course it's possible.

There's tons of other witches

who've done it.

Who?

Well, maybe not tons of other witches,

but at least one.

Samantha.

Caught between two worlds,

and yet completely happy.

She lived happily ever after, in fact.

Although there's no way to be sure.

She went off the air.

We'll work it out.

Don't cry, little witch.

I love you, Samantha.

Isabel.

I knew that.

I think.

I love you, Darrin.

It just occurred to me,

you could have any guy...

...in the whole world.

Oh, but I chose you.

Honestly, I think you made

a mistake.

If I did, I can always get out of it.

Now we have things to do.

- We have a show to do.

- Yes.

And then, maybe after a while,

we could get married.

There it is.

Good brakes.

Abner, come look!

The new neighbors are moving in!

Not now, Gladys, I'm busy.

Yes.

I'm now going to carry you

across the threshold.

Don't you think the front lawn

looks a little bare?

No, I don't.

But I think it could use

a little something.

It's fine the way it is, honey.

Abner! A tree just appeared

in the front yard!

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