:10:03
Well, younger.
:10:06
But it's a start!
:10:10
Sisters!
:10:14
Winifred, thou art
a mere sprig of a girl.
:10:17
Liar! But I shall be
a sprig forever,
:10:20
once I suck the life out of
all the children in Salem!
:10:25
Let's brew another batch!
:10:29
You hag! There are not enough
children in the world to make
thee young and beautiful!
:10:34
- Hag.
- Uh-oh.
:10:37
Sisters, did you hear
what he called you?
:10:42
Whatever shall we do with him?
:10:45
Let's barbecue and fillet him.
:10:48
- Hang him on a hook
and let me play with him?
- No!
:10:53
Book, darling, come to Mommy.
:10:58
Yes. His punishment
must be more fulsome,
:11:02
more lingering.
:11:05
Dazzle me, my darling.
:11:09
Let's see: amnesia, bunions,
chilblains, cholera.
:11:13
- We can do better than that, I think.
- Yes.
:11:16
Let's see what we have. Oh!
:11:19
Ahh. Perfect.
:11:23
As usual.
:11:26
- His punishment shall not be to die,
- No?
:11:31
but to live forever
with his guilt.
:11:36
- As what, Winnie, as what?
- As what, Winnie, as what?
- Jump back!
:11:41
Twist the bones
and bend the back.
:11:44
Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,
Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.
:11:47
Trim him of his baby fat.
:11:49
Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,
Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.
:11:52
Give him fur,
black as black.
:11:55
- Just...
- Like...
- This.