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 Clark bars and get out of my house!
Winifred Sanderson:
Make us!
[the witches gather around her]
Master:
Honeybunch.
Master's Wife:
Ralph, sic 'em!
[the witches runs out of the house in fear]
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