Emily Hart: Amanda

Bada-Ping!

Amanda

Sabrina Spellman: [smoky explosion in kitchen] Amanda, is that you?
Amanda: [emerging from smoke cloud] Yeah. You know, I've been so bored, I thought I'd come by and hang out with someone cool.
Sabrina Spellman: Oh, well, I'm kinda busy right now.
Amanda: Actually, uh, I was talking about Salem. Hey, little buddy.
[goes over to greet him]
Salem Saberhagen: [coughing] This place is smokier than the bathroom in an all-girls school.
Sabrina Spellman: Yeah, what's with the flashy entrance? I mean, you may think coming in here in smoke looks cool, but it's a disgusting habit.
Amanda: Ugh, yeah, remind me to start listening again when the PSA is over.
Sabrina Spellman: You're right, I'm not your mother. I shouldn't tell you what to do. Oh,put your hair back.
[tries adjusting her niece's hairstyle]
Sabrina Spellman: Why hide such a beautiful face?
[Amanda wards her off]

Amanda: [smoky explosion] Hey, wanna join me for an emergency trip to Paris for silver hooped earrings?
Sabrina Spellman: [waving smoke away] Uh, no, thanks, it already feels like a French bistro in here. Besides, I'm working on an article.
Amanda: Ugh. Snooze.
Salem Saberhagen: Actually not, for a change. You see, this thug night-club owner threatened our little Lois Lame over here...
[Sabrina zaps him, and he loses his head, which calls out:]
Salem Saberhagen: Oh, I hate it when you cut me off!

Amanda: Okay, let's go down to that club and witch-slap this guy.
Sabrina Spellman: Oh, we don't have to go. He was just here.
Amanda: What? What happened? Are you okay?
Sabrina Spellman: I'm fine, it's all taken care of. He won't be bothering me anymore.
Amanda: Oh, I'm so relieved.
[hugs Sabrina]
Sabrina Spellman: You know, we should make it a point to hang out more often. And not just when one of our lives is at stake.
Amanda: Yeah, I'd like that.