Did you ever know that you're my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. It might have appeared to go unnoticed, but I've got it all here in my heart. I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it. I would be…
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Bette Midler
Bette Midler (born December 1, 1945) is an American singer, songwriter, actress, comedian, and film producer. Born in Honolulu, Hawaii, Midler began her professional career in several Off-Off-Broadway plays, prior to her engagements in Fiddler on the Roof and Salvation on Broadway in the late 1960s. She came to prominence in 1970 when she began singing in the Continental Baths, a local gay bathhouse where she managed to build up a core following. Since 1970, Midler has released 14 studio albums as a solo artist. Throughout her career, many of her songs became hits on the record charts, including her renditions of "The Rose", "Wind Beneath My Wings", "Do You Want to Dance", "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy", and "From a Distance". In 2008, she signed a contract with Caesars Palace in Las Vegas to perform a series of shows titled Bette Midler: The Showgirl Must Go On, that ended in January 2010. Midler made her motion picture debut in 1979 with The Rose, which earned her a Golden Globe for Best Actress. In the following years, she starred in a string of hit films, including: Down and Out in Beverly Hills, Outrageous Fortune, Beaches, The First Wives Club, and The Stepford Wives. She starred in For the Boys and Gypsy, and won two additional Golden Globe awards for these films. In a career spanning almost half a century, Midler has won three Grammy Awards, four Golden Globes, three Emmy Awards, and a special Tony Awar
Oh, look. Another glorious morning. Makes me sick!
Oh, I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.
I am calm!!!
Sisters, we’ve been gone 300 years.
Winifred Sanderson: [sings while flying] Book! Come to Mommy! Voice of Thackery Binx: [Jumps on the book to prevent it from floating up to Winifred, with a screech] Afraid not! Winifred Sanderson: Thackery Binx, thou mangy feline. Still alive? Voice of Thackery Binx: And waiting for you! Winifred…
Jay: Oh man, how come it's always the ugly chicks that stay out late? Winifred Sanderson: [Winnie, Sarah and Mary stop, turn and glare at the boys] Chicks?
Oh, cheese and crust! He's lost his head! Damn that Thackery Binx!
Winifred Sanderson: Therefore, it stands to reason, does it not, sisters dear? That we must find the book, brew the potion and suck the lives out of the children of Salem before sunrise. Otherwise it's curtains. We evaporate! We cease to exist! Dost thou comprehend? Mary Sanderson: You explained it…
Winifred Sanderson: Don't get your knickers in a twist! We're just three kindly old spinster ladies. Mary Sanderson: Spending a quiet evening at home. Sarah: Sucking the lives out of little children! [Winifred chokes Sarah]
[Exiting the clay oven where they were lured by a learn-to-speak French tape] Hello, I want my book. Bonjour, je veux mon livre.
Thackery's Father: Winifred Sanderson? Winifred Sanderson: Yes? Thackery's Father: I will ask thee one final time. Winifred Sanderson: Yes? Thackery's Father: What hast thou done with my son, Thackery? Winifred Sanderson: Thackery? Hmm. Thackery's Father: Answer me! Winifred Sanderson: Well, I don't…
My ungodly book speaks to you. On All Hallow's Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground. Oh oh! We shall be back, and the lives of all the children of Salem will be mine! [All three witches cackle]
Master's Wife: Okay that's it, party's over! Get out of my house! Master: Now, pudding face. Master's Wife: Shove it, Satan! Sarah: Ooh. Thou mustn't speak to Master in such a manner. Master: They call me Master. Master's Wife: Wait 'til you see what I'm gonna call you. Now, tart-face, take your…
Sarah: What is this place? Mary Sanderson: It reeks of children! Winifred Sanderson: It is a prison for children.
Unfaithful lover long since dead. Deep asleep in thy wormy bed. Wiggle thy toes, open thine eyes, twist thy fingers toward the sky. Life is sweet, be not shy. On thy feet. So sayeth I!
Master's Wife: Aren't you broads a little old to be trick or treating? Winifred Sanderson: We'll be younger in the morning. Master's Wife: Yeah, sure, me, too.
Winifred Sanderson: Sisters, All Hallow's Eve has become a night of frolic, where children wear costumes and run amok! Sarah: Amok! [dances around] Amok, amok, amok, amok, amok. [Winifred punches Sarah in the stomach] Ugh!
Winifred Sanderson: Twist the bones and bend the back. Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca. Winifred Sanderson: Trim him of his baby fat. Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca. Winifred Sanderson: Give him fur black as black, just… Mary Sanderson:…