You're only supposed to start missing things after you've said goodbye to them, right?
Catalog
Rob Seidenglanz
I have reservations about saving myself for the Dark Lord. Why does he get to decide what I do or don't do with my body?
Sabrina: There's also the Harvey of it all. We very recently took things to the next level. Aunt Zelda: He hasn't defiled you, has he?
Ambrose: And what time will we be spellcasting? Sabrina: Midnight-ish. Ambrose: The witching hour? Spooky.
My name is Sabrina Spellman and I will not sign it away.
There’s no flying in my life without you, Sabrina Spellman.
We took their boyhoods. Until you release the birds, those four boys...won’t be rising to any occasion.
Some days, some nights I dream that I am walking into the Greendale woods, in the peak of dry season with a lit torch in each hand so that I’d watch the whole forest burn, like so much kindling. Have a lovely little sleep, my darling.
Ambrose: Where’s Aunt Hilda? Aunt Zelda: She annoyed me, so I killed her and buried her in the yard.
Sabrina: I want freedom and power. Prudence: He will never give you that. The Dark Lord. The thought of you, of any of us, having both terrifies him. Sabrina: Why is that? Prudence: He’s a man, isn’t he?
Ambrose: Can I help you? Madam Satan: I’m looking for someone. Not you.
Oh, I haven't been this drunk, you know, since Queen Victoria's coronation. I woke up on the banks of the Thames.
I’m not an abomination, Sabrina. And I won’t be one.
Cases of actual demonic possession are extremely rare, despite what the False God and his propaganda machine would have you believe.
How do you feel about wearing a costume while you’re working here?
Nick: You're a rebel, Spellman. That's how I like my witches. Sabrina: Nicholas, to be clear, I have a boyfriend. Nick: Yes, but you also have two natures. You go to two schools. Why not date two guys? I'm down with sharing.
I refuse to put the safety of my niece in the hands of a spinster schoolmarm and a British batwit.
Sabrina: Could you draw me a map? Harvey: A map? To what? This isn't The Goonies.
Who's talking about witches? Give me their names and I'll make sure they stop talking about anything. Permanently. It's just terrible when teenagers slip into comas, isn't it?