The Witches of Eastwick Page #6

A little trust.

Goddamn it.

Everything I did, I did for you.

I was wrong.

Go ahead.

Go back to your miserable little life.

F*** me if I care!

If that's what you want,

that's what you get.

You are not the only three women

in the world.

You're hurting people, Daryl.

What you did for us was great.

But you can't use your power

to hurt people.

Don't you understand that?

No.

I want my family back together,

that's all.

You...

and Sukie...

and Jane.

I couldn't hurt Sukie.

I couldn't hurt any of you.

How could I?

I love you.

You don't know what love is.

I can learn.

You could teach me.

How hard can it be?

Oh, Alex, let's not fight.

You can't win.

There's no way you can win.

There's nothing to go back to,

even if you could win.

Can't we just...

put this behind us and be friends?

There.

See?

Isn't that nice?

Tell the truth.

You missed me a little bit, didn't you?

Huh?

Yeah, I have.

So let's kiss and make it better.

Huh? What do you say?

What are we going to do with you?

It stopped.

Darling, you look perfect.

Mm.

Hi.

You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Feeling better?

Much better now.

Everything's going to be much better now.

Fidel.

We're going to town.

The ladies have a craving

for bagels and ice cream.

Three pinches.

I'd like...

a dozen bagels, a pound of gravlax and

what kind of ice cream do you have?

No ice cream. The freezer's broken.

Ice cream.

Um... Well, ahem,

I'll just take the bread and the fish.

It doesn't look like him.

It doesn't have to. We know who it is.

He looks funny with no hair.

It won't hurt him, will it?

- No. We just want to send him away.

- Jane, come on.

No ice cream. Imagine that.

I'll go see if I can't get some.

You go shopping.

I said, "A tall, dark prince

traveling under a curse."

"Somebody nice."

"Somebody you could talk to."

- Morning.

- Good morning.

I'd like some pistachio.

That is pistachio?

And some chocolate-chocolate chip.

- Are you okay?

- No, my leg!

Jesus Christ!

What is it?

What's the matter?

Are you having a heart attack?

Girls!

Girls? What are you doing?

Girls! Girls! Please, don't!

Elijah fled to the mount of God.

The Lord passed by and a great,

strong wind rent the mountains...

and breaked in pieces

the rocks before the Lord...

Sorry.

Just having a little trouble.

A little... trouble at home.

A little domestic problem.

Nothing to be alarmed at.

Just a little female problem.

Don't pay any attention.

It's a cheap trick.

Anybody can do it.

I taught it to them myself.

Ungrateful little b*tches, aren't they?

I want to ask you something.

You all go to church.

Do you think God knew what he

was doing when he created woman? Huh?

No sh*t! I really want to know.

Or do you think it was

one of his minor mistakes?

Like tidal waves! Earthquakes! Floods!

Do you think women are like that?

What's the matter?

You don't think God makes mistakes?

Of course he does.

We all make mistakes.

Of course, we make mistakes,

they call it evil.

When God makes mistakes,

they call it nature.

So what do you think?

Women. A mistake?

Or did he do it to us on purpose?

I really want to know!

If it's a mistake, maybe we can

do something about it!

Find a cure!

Invent a vaccine.

Build up our immune systems.

Get a little exercise.

You know. Twenty pushups a day...

and you never have to be afflicted

with women, ever again!

All right, that's it.

How do we know it worked?

I guess we just wait and see.

My God, look at this place.

- Just in case.

- Okay.

No!

Here, here. Quick. Okay.

The doll.

- Jane! Jane.

- Aah!

Jane, laugh!

Come here, you.

Come on, sweet pea, come on. Oh.

Come on, little Mookie boy, come on.

What a big guy! Sweetheart.

Look at Fidel.

What does he have for you?

Janey, stop it.

What?

Just stop it.

I can think about him if I want to.

Not when we're all together.

I miss him. I can't help it.

I do, and so do you. Admit it.

Okay, we admit it.

Do you want him back?

Take it easy.

We don't want the whole household

in here, do we?

That's it. Good boys.

We're going to do just fine.

Come to Daddy and give me a big kiss.

Come on. Good boys. Come on.

Come to Daddy.

Coochie-coochie-coo.

That's it. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, ladies, come on.

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