The Harmony Song:
All: Harmony! Harmony!
Gosh we're feelin' swell.
Harmony, harmony, gosh we're feelin' swell.
Harmony, harmony, this is going oh so well.
Mrs. Jacobs: Imagine my delight,
To meet you here tonight,
And endlessly enumerate the reasons you're not right.
My boy says you're the one,
When all is said and done,
You simply are not good enough to wed my perfect son.
Aaron: It steams me seeing Harvey standing next to you.
It seems that Harvey's more than just an ex to you.
Sabrina: I'd love to dream but, hey,
I'd love to hear you say,
How many other fiancées
You've dumped along on the way.
Morgan: Harmony, harmony,
Can't conceal the bile.
This is gonna take a while.
Roxie: Your power plants and toxic dumps are perilous.
Mr. Jacobs: Your roommate's confrontational and querulous.
Sabrina: Perhaps it would be best to not offend our guest,
So zip your lip and give your hippie politics a rest.
This was not my plan.
Now we're all meaner than when this stupid song began.
All: There's nothing like a good old fashioned melody,
To put a little gloss on animosity.
Slinging mud with effervescent charm,
Drawing blood while singing arm-in-arm
And all in perfect harmony,
Mr. Jacobs: (in case you didn't hear it)
All: Knock-down drag-out harmony.
Harvey: (After singing part of the Harmony song) Do you ever have a song you just can't get out of your head?
Salem: The Meow Mix jingle comes to mind... Oh thanks! There it is again.
Roxie: Is it possible you still have feelings for Harvey?
Sabrina: (Emphatic) No! Not possible. It was a slip o' the tongue. Y'know, tongues get slippery. They-they're like a waterslide for words.
Roxie: I don't think this was just a slip of the tongue. I think it was a Freudian slip and as Freud said, there are no accidents.
Doctor Saberhagen: (In a strong German accent) Perhaps zer root of zer problem lies somevere een your subconscious desires, no?
Sabrina: No. The root of my problem is that I'm talking to a cat. Why won't Aaron call me back?
Salem: Maybe because you called him Harvey?
Sabrina: Thank you Dr. Duh! Why did I say that? Maybe Roxie's right. Maybe I should talk to somebody.
Salem: What am I, chopped liver?... Hmm, liver. I think our time is up.
Sabrina: The only important thing is that Aaron loves me and that I love Harvey. (awkward silence) Did I just say Harvey?
Sabrina: So, when were you going to tell me about Brenda?
Aaron: Sabrina, that was so long ago. Honestly, I haven't spoken to her in years. She's ancient history!
Harvey: Hey Sabrina, hope I'm not late.
Aaron: Unlike your ex who just lives on and on! I can't believe you invited him to dinner with my parents!
Sabrina: I didn't invite him! (To Harvey) I didn't invite you!
Harvey: I know, Salem did. He said there'd be dinner, fireworks.
Salem: (To Himself) I've lit the fuse, now I just wait for the ka-bloowie! Mwa-ha-ha-ha! Ma-ha-ha...
Salem: This is dinner, huh? So you're assuming they'll have already eaten?
Sabrina: Salem, just once could you say something supportive and helpful?
Salem: I... wish you were marrying Harvey?
Sabrina: Errgh! You know, I wonder if I could find a recipe that calls for a dead cat?
Salem: But I like Harvey. He's the only one of your boyfriends who ever treated me like a person.
Sabrina: He's the only one who ever knew you were a person!
Salem: Why are you so ashamed of me?
Salem: Cut. Clarity. Carat. Ca-ching! I could hawk this rock for a fortune!
Sabrina: Paws off my engagement ring, cat. I'm never removing this beautiful, sparkly... plastictwisttie! Freeze, cat burglar! (Salem starts crying) Now, we can do this one of two ways. The hard way or the really hard way?
Salem: Don't I at least get a phone call?
Sabrina: No, not in Sabrina Spellman's America.
While Sabrina is building a special room for Aaron in her heart, she is wearing a t-shirt that says "Habitat for Aaron". This is a play on "Habitat for Humanity", an international non-profit organization dedicated to building affordable housing, all built using volunteer labor.
The title alludes to the infamous phrase "Freudian slip." Freudian slips are said to reveal one's hidden desires, thoughts, etc.