Sabrina, the Teenage Witch

Morgan Sabrina, we have a problem Sabrina Oh the cat did it. He's crazy. I'm thinking of having him put down. Morgan: Not Salem. Roxie. Sabrina: (Still struggling with the door) Fine, then we'll have her put down, too. Morgan: That's the problem. I think something is seriously wrong with her. I just overheard her on the phone to a doctor. She's scheduling an appointment to have something removed. I think that she may be dying... or worse. (Sabrina know puts her back to the linen closet door) Sabrina: Morgan, I'm really kinda busy right now. Morgan: I know and you're doing that all wrong. (she joins Sabrina at the door) This exercise is meant for toning the thighs and the gluts. (The door reluctantly closes) Sabrina: You know, I'm sure if there was anything wrong, Roxie would have let us know. Morgan: No. I asked her about it and all she said was something about a... M-Y-O-B? Sabrina: Mind Your Own Business. Morgan: Great! Now you're shutting me out, too. You know, I am just worried about her! Sabrina: Look, Morgan, you have to trust me. She's going to be okay. I mean, there's nothing to worry about. It's just a simple procedure. Morgan: Procedure? Oh, poor Roxie. I wish I'd been nicer to her. What does she have, like, six months? Sabrina: No-no-no, it's going to be fine, really. (The door tries to open again and distracts Sabrina) It's just she's having a tattoo removed.