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Now you take your index finger...

and your middle finger...

and you put it under her

like this.

Now you have to imagine

that she's incredibly light...

like she's made out of air.

Now, is that her whole body,

or just her head?

Cow.

You guys, concentrate

or it's not gonna work.

I think I sprained my finger.

- Shut up!

- Focus!

Come on, you guys.

Ready?

Light as a feather,

stiff as a board.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.

Holy sh*t.

You guys, it's not working.

Shut up, or you're gonna fall.

How do I get down?

Who's got the instructions?

Just keep concentrating.

Amazing.

Hi. I got clean towels

for everyone.

- Oh, my butt!

- What's going on in here?

- Nothing. Why?

- Are you girls getting high?

Are you okay?

You gotta try it.

So I say we all chip in for it.

How much can you give?

You pulled my hair out!

Sorry. I thought I saw a bug.

They have shampoo for that, you know.

Stupid b*tch.

- Laura really has split ends.

- Really?

I guess this confirms

she's not a natural blonde.

Bleach.

What do you think

will happen to Laura?

I don't know.

If she leaves you alone,

nothing will happen to her.

Nothing good.

Fat chance.

Who's that?

That's my real mother.

Where is she?

She died when she was having me.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Manon, take my scars.

Give me beauty outside

as well as in.

Manon, take my scars.

Thank you.

Don't hit your head on the board.

Put a lid on it, Laura.

Oh, my God.

What? What happened?

I don't know!

What does it look like?

I don't know.

Hold still.

Gross!

- Is there a mark?

- Did you hit your head on something?

Now, I want you to remember that

we may need to make several passes...

before we can see any results.

Is it better?

I can't tell yet, dear.

Just a minute.

What does it look like?

I don't know.

Just wait.

I can't believe it.

It worked.

- What?

- It worked.

'Cause seriously, if you

don't stop it, you can go blind.

Hairy palms?

She was supposed

to come back today.

Did you talk to her?

Principal Draper has called

a special assembly...

during the second half

of the fifth per--

Homeroom starts at 8:45 sharp.

Sorry.

My pedicure ran late.

- Wow.

- Holy sh*t.

- Hi, Bonnie.

- How's it going?

- Yeah, how's it going, Bonnie?

- My God.

You look so beautiful.

I can't believe it.

You did it.

No, I didn't do it.

- Yeah, you totally did it.

- I helped.

Come on. You made Chris love you.

You own him.

You made Laura Lizzie's hair

fall out.

You guys should see her.

She has to wear a hat every day now.

Poor Laura.

What's wrong with Nancy?

- Her spell's not working.

- What spell?

I don't know. I think she doesn't want

to be white trash any more.

And I told her, "You're white, honey.

Just deal with it."

Good.

Okay. Come on, come on.

- I can almost see through this thing.

- Leave me alone!

- God!

-Jesus!

You're supposed to act

like a father to the girl.

- I ain't her father.

- Thank God.

Her father's the one who paid you the

Damn it!

- Don't you ever hit me!

- Don't you touch her!

Stop!

What the hell was that?

Oh, my God!

Pig.

Ray?

Oxygen is flowing.

What's happening?

What's happening to him?

I know this is a difficult time

for you...

but it is procedure that I ask

just a few questions...

before we can start processing

the policy.

I don't understand.

What policy?

Mr. Saunders had a whole life

pension plan through the company...

and with benefits this size...

it's standard that I--

What size?

Just a second here.

Sorry.

$1 75,000.

A hundred--

Wait. Are you saying

that this goes to us?

To you.

A hundred and seventy-five--

What a dear, sweet man.

$175,000!

I can't believe he's dead.

- Do you think we killed him?

- No. Not at all.

Now don't be shy, honey.

Nice ass.

- What? He has a cute butt.

- You're a slut.

- Maybe you should go ask him out.

- You know it.

Yeah. I like your butt.

Do you want to have dinner?

This is nice.

Bedroom, bathroom, nightmare.

You look so pretty. I'm so glad

you could come and see our apartment.

Our apartment.

We have an apartment!

And it's so big.

And look at this view.

- It's beautiful.

- And the couch--

This is our couch.

I love this couch.

I saw it in the window and said,

I have to have this couch.

And the guy, what an attitude.

I said, Honey, wrap it up.

I'm taking it right now.

Cash!

My juke box.

Every song on here

is by Connie Francis.

Yeah! Isn't that great?

Ever since I was a little girl

I said...

All I want in life is a juke box...

that plays nothing

but Connie Francis records.''

That's great.

Who's Connie Francis?

Oh, shut up, honey.

Listen and learn. Connie Francis.

Can you come to my room, girls?

- Let's go.

- It was nice to see you, Mrs. Downs.

Connie Francis is--

Wait a minute here.

Let's have

a little house warming party.

Sorry, Mom.

This is cool.

Ooh, nice.

I was reading and I found something

I thought you guys might be into.

Glamour. Throwing a glamour--

an illusion so real

as to fool an onlooker--

is one of the oldest forms

of magic.

- Bet you I could do that.

- Do you think?

This is to feel.

This is to be.

Shape and form it...

for all to see.

By the power

of three times three...

as I will it...

so shall it be.

What?

My eyes are brown.

They're usually green.

You can do that with contacts.

Yeah, but it's good.

I mean, it suits you.

Subtle. But good.

You want something bigger?

- I want bigger.

- Bigger.

We have to concentrate.

Come on.

Ready?

Are you impressed?

- Yeah, I'm impressed!

- You look like Loni Anderson.

- You want to touch it?

- Yeah.

It's real!

And so much simpler

than going to a salon.

- Yeah, a really shitty salon.

- You try it.

Wait. Watch.

- Make me a blonde.

- Me, me, me.

I don't think so.

No way.

Do something to me.

What do you want?

A smaller ass.

Sarah!

Sarah!

Oh, no. No.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

It's 3:
00 in the morning, Chris.

Oh, yeah, that's a good reason.

You know what I was thinking?

Maybe we could move in together.

I don't think I'm ready

for that kind of commitment right now.

Oh, sh*t.

It's just that I can't stop

thinking about you.

I don't know why,

but I think I love you.

I've never loved

anyone before, except...

maybe my mom and this little puppy

I had when I was little.

I think you should go home, Chris.

No! Sarah, wait, please.

Sarah, please. Look.

I don't know what's happening to me.

I can't eat. I can't sleep.

Can I help you?

No. Nobody can help me.

Here again.

What can I do for you today?

We need provisions.

I need to undo a love spell.

When you open a floodgate,

how do you undo it?

You unleash something with a spell.

There is no undoing.

It must run its course.

You should let him suffer.

It's not for you

to judge suffering.

When do we find out

what's behind the curtain?

What are you doing, hiding all

the missing kids from the neighborhood?

What's there? Black magic?

True magic is

neither black nor white.

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