Hilda: Done yet?
Zelda: Done yet? Your books are an unmitigated disaster! I haven't even begun.
Hilda: No hurry, take your time.
Sabrina: I'm late, I was up half the night planing the senior sleigh ride and now I can't find my back-pack.
Zelda: (Pointing to the chair) It's right here where you left it twelve hours ago. Which begs the question, did you do any homework?
Sabrina: Did I mention, I managed to book an entire team of Clydesdale's and mulled cider?
Hilda: Sabrina, you know homework comes first... unless it's something icky like book-keeping.
Sabrina: Come on, I'm eighteen, I can vote in two realms. I think I can be in charge of organising my own schedule.
Zelda: I'm sorry but if you live under our roof, you live under our rules... Oh lord, I've swallowed mother.
Sabrina: Fine! (Calling back, after leaving the house) Your stupid roof, your stupid rules! (Uses her magic to rip the roof off the house)