Sabrina, the Teenage Witch

Zelda: Hilda, you look stunning. Hilda: Thanks Zellie. Oh by the way, I borrowed your purse, your shoes and a splash of your designer perfume.

Sabrina: I don't even know if he's going for six months, a year or the rest of his life! And what if he meets someone else? Morgan: Sabrina, I've been to Prague and seen your competition. He'll be back.

Morgan: I'm really sorry Sabrina. If it's any consolation, some of my best relationships have been long distance. No petty fights and you save a fortune on waxing.

Josh: Sabrina, you really don't want me to go, do you? Sabrina: Me? Not want you to go? Why would you think that? I mean just because the timing has finally worked out between us and you're finally not seeing anyone and I'm finally not seeing anyone, I mean, you know big deal if we're finally together in the same place after I wasted an entire summer thinking about you and waiting for you to finally come home, and who cares if I thought maybe, just maybe we had some sort of future together but, you know, of course I want you to go.

Sabrina: Wow Josh! These pictures are great. You know, you've really managed to capture the bleak and hellish atmosphere that is Prague. Josh: Sabrina, what are you talking about? It's sunny out and everybody's smiling. Sabrina: Whatever.

Hilda: I'm going out with your boss. Which means, if he and I get married, I'll be your stepboss. I'm starting to see an hierarchy. I'm Higher and you're Archy.

Josh: I've got so many stories to tell you and pictures to show you. Sabrina: Pictures later, kisses now.

Sabrina: Oh you look great and I look terrible. Your timing stinks worse than I do. Josh: Sabrina, I just spent nineteen hours on a flight from Istanbul sharing a blanket with a goat. You smell great.

Miles: The organic computer lab is expecting my afternoon brain dump. Sabrina: There's really no way to respond to that is there?