The witches are coming.
Catalog
Ross Maxwell
There’s no fixing it, Sabrina. You’ve opened Pandora’s Box.
I’m done being a coward.
Harvey: Are you going to do something here? Nick: I am, farm boy.
It’s not a tornado that’s coming. It’s something much much worse.
And this is no place for a man. And that very much includes you.
I know you’re scared, Sabrina. Because all women are taught to fear power. Own it.
I plumbed the depths of their tiny minds, plucking all sorts of juicy tidbits.
I’m not the one who stabbed your familiar to death and left you with blue balls.
Every avalanche begins with a snowflake.
Zelda: What would you say to frog's legs for dinner? Sabrina: Can't we just have pizza?
I feel more myself in boy's clothes. Actually, Dad, I don't think I'm a girl at all.
Make this glorified carny you're sweet on feverish with lust.
My soul is who I am, and I signed it away.
Ambrose: You're crazy. Sabrina: No. Ambrose. I'm mad.
And since when do you wear black? Trying to be edgy, are you?
Button your lip or I will do it for you, literally.
Zelda: We’ll also have to hide Leticia while Gryla’s here, or she’ll try to take the babe and add Letty to her retinue. Sabrina: I can take her, Auntie. She's family now, and you've protected me all these years. It's the least I can do.
What’s happened? Did the Grinch get to you? Or the Dark Lord, perhaps?
What’s happened? Did the Grinch get to you? Or the Dark Lord, perhaps?