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So my shrink says to let go
and just accept...
That paradise has arrived at my doorstep.
You know, if this is my Victoria secret order
they have a whole new way of delivering.
Ladies, ladies, shoulders high.
Chest out.
And get ready to be morganized.
Uh, why is our living room filled
with Amazons in acrylics?
It'’s for my fashion design class.
The final is going to be a spectacular fashion show
featuring the students'’ creations.
Designers from all over the world will be there.
Hey, maybe if you play your cards right
you'’ll get to meet Stella McCartney
and get me Paul'’s autograph.
If all goes according to plan
and none of my models trip on the catwalk...
Big hint...
The mccartneys will be asking for myautograph.
Morgan, I know how much this show means to you
and if it would help, I, former dancer
would be more than happy
to teach these models how to strut their stuff.
[ Laughter]
Thanks a lot.
Now I have to redo
Helga.
Let'’s go upstairs...
Where I can get some work done.
Boy, I bet any girl would kill
to look like that.
Please.
What do they have that I Don'’t?
Ten feet of legs.
Hmm.
I wouldn'’t mind ten feet of legs.
Oh. If I didn'’t have an eight foot ceiling.
♪ Life'’s changing around me, and i'’m gonna make it mine ♪
♪ i'’m reaching out and living by my rules... ♪
♪ Time'’s moving way too fast ♪
♪ I wanna make it last...
♪ '’cause i'’m out on my own now ♪
♪ and I like the way it feels.
My models are getting tired of black coffee
and chicken broth, so I told them
you'’d whip up three of your fat-free lattes.
Right. '’cause this bunch really needs
to count calories.
Trust me, ladies.
These are going to taste just like the real thing.
Ladies.
Excellent, ladies.
Now i'’d like to get a second take.
Yeah, I bet you would.
Standing.
I want a copy
of all the takes you shoot
including bloopers.
Goodman, how did you land this dream job?
I realized that Morgan'’s fashion show
would make a brilliant documentary.
And she bought that pitch?
Aunt hilda, can I ask you a strange question?
Sure.
Have you ever felt like
someone was following you?
No.
I just have this eerie feeling
that wherever I go, someone is watching me.
Trust me, Sabrina.
No one is watching you. How do you know?
Because everyone is watching them.
If I had legs like that, i'’d be dangerous.
Oh, word of caution:
If you'’re going to try it, do it outside.
Here we are.
Three fat-free lattes.
There it is again.
What? that feeling.
I'’m telling you, someone is following me.
Yeah, about a thousand other people
late for class the way that I am.
Do yourself a favor and lose the paranoia, okay?
Okay.
I Don'’t think it'’s called paranoia
when someone really is following you.
That'’s right.
Walk into my parlor.
Whoo!
Better change that bag.
Okay, the jig is up.
[ Glass breaking]
Mom?
Yes, sweetheart.
It'’s me.
I can'’t believe it.
What are you doing here?
Well, originally, I just came to see you.
Now, I guess i'’ll be sweeping up glass.
Forget the glass.
I'’m worried about you.
The witches council said
that if we ever came face to face
you'’d be turned into a ball of wax.
Oh, I know.
But the truth is, i'’ve been flying up
from Peru every year to secretly check up on you.
Usually, I do it
from a distance, but this year
you changed the game plan.
Wait a minute.
We'’re looking at each other
and you'’re not a ball of wax.
Oh, my sweet girl.
Oh, it'’s so great to see you.
Maybe the witches council decided to nullify the decree.
So much for that theory.
I hate decrees.
Oh, right.
Like you'’ve never hug yourmother.
I'’m no psychic, but I predict that by fall
every forward guy on campus will have his legs in my pants.
Let me rephrase that.
Next question.
How would you, the designer, describe the aesthetic vision
behind Morgan wear?
Well, I like to think of myself...
Constantly.
Oh, that'’s pippi.
She threads my bobbins.
Anyway, back to the clothes.
I would describe my look as part versace
part dolce.
Hold the gabbana.
Hold the ego-tripping.
Here'’s the truth about her clothes
and all clothes.
They'’re just there to cover our bodies... period.
And the fashion industry should be ashamed for making women
who aren'’t wearing the latest styles feel bad
about themselves.
They should feel bad.
It'’s every woman'’s responsibility to be au courant.
I Don'’t know what that means
but the audience at Sundance will.
[ Doorbell rings]
Hi.
Don'’t "hi" me.
You'’re five minutes late.
Now, the rest of my fittings are all behind schedule.
Why, five stupid minutes.
The pre-fashion show tension is beginning
to build between designer and...
Student volunteering his time for free.
I'’m curious.
How do you feel about parading yourself in front of people
knowing they'’re looking at you like a piece of meat?
I Don'’t think people look at me like that.
They respect me...
As an intelligent individual who aspires
to a serious modeling career.
Hey, beefcake, haul your shanks over here.
Got to run.
Zelda, this bundt cake is fabulous.
Thank you.
Where did you find beetle parts that are so moist?
Uh, those are raisins.
I think ma'’s been living in the Peruvian mountains
a little too long.
I must say, Diana, you look great.
I mean, you know, considering.
Thanks, hilda.
I can'’t believe the witches council could do something
so horrible to you just for bearing a witch'’s child.
What'’s most painful is not being able
to be a part of my daughter'’s life.
You know, that witches council is just a bunch
of evil, passive-aggressive control freaks.
Although I must say, that Burt shlagel is a doll.
Could he help us get mom back to her pre-paraffin self?
I Don'’t know.
Oh, come on.
That guy can do anything.
He got you house seats to Anne boleyn'’s beheading.
Well, there'’s no harm in going down there and asking.
And i'’ll bring the bundt cake.
Burt'’s a nosher.
Hey, while we'’re there
maybe the witches council will find it in their hearts
to show mesome mercy.
Hmm.
Innocent mother desperate to see her daughter.
Fascist cat who tried to take over the world.
Yeah, you'’ve got a shot.
[ Crying]
Oh.
Oh, i'’m so nervous.
Oh, everyone, relax.
Now, I know how to schmooze these old geezers.
I'’m sure they'’ll show us some mercy.
Man: Oh, no! Please, not that!
See '’ya.
Aunt hilda, we didn'’t come all this way just to be scared off
by a couple of blood-curdling screams.
The council will see you now.
Well, here goes.
How'’s my lipstick?
Perfect.
It matches your forehead.
Uh, excuse me
but I believe you'’ve brought us to the wrong room.
Yeah, we wanted to see the witches council
not the freshman class of just out of diapers university.
This isthe witches council.
Both: What?
Can I beverage you?
I'’m fine. No, thank you.
Lemonade.
Shaken not stirred.
What happened to the old witches council?
They were old.
They were put out to pasture.
Literally.
Could we get on with the business at hand?
I have a 12:30 lunch thing.
Salem: I'’d like to speak first.
[ Clears throat]
As a former wrongdoer...
All: Shut up!
Hmm?
I'’m here because I feel
that my mother... turned into a ball of wax
by the old witches council... Has been unfairly punished.
Although the old witches council thought
my mother committed a crime
I feel this whole wax thing is just...
Unjust.
I, therefore, respectfully request
that you turn my mother back into... my mom.
Yeah. That'’s a really interesting notion
but I Don'’t know.
I'’m-i'’m just not responding to it.
Woman: Maybe it'’s me, but, uh...
It doesn'’t seem like there'’s that much at stake here.
Not that much at stake?!
I'’m trying to bring my mother back to life here!
Excuse me.
But we are talking about a mother and her child.
Zelda and I have done our best raising Sabrina
but nothing can replace a mother'’s love.
That'’s why I came back
and took this chance.
Because I wanted so much
to be a part of my daughter'’s life.
That'’s really hard when she looks like something
that came off a Christmas clearance aisle.
Can I talk now?
All: No!
Sabrina, we can'’t undo the old decree.
Butthere are a few other options.
Options are good.
We can turn your mom into a throw pillow
a pashmena scarf
or...
A glass eye.
Options stink.
I can'’t believe that stupid witches council.
You know, I ask them to make you human again
and the best thing they can come up with is a glass eye?
You said no awfully quick.
You could have at least heard the colors.
Sabrina, I am not
going to take this lying down.
I'’m going to scour every magic book on this planet
until I find a solution.
And i'’m going
to traipse through
every pasture in the other realm
until I find Bert shlagle.
And what'’s mom supposed to do?
Wax down a few surfboards?
Sabrina, it'’s okay.
Just cause i'’m wax doesn'’t mean we can'’t spend
some quality time together.
Introduce me to your life.
Show me everything that goes on in your world.
Okay, and then afterwards
you can show me everything that goes on in your...
Never mind.
Well, here we are.
Home sweet home.
[ Muffled]: It'’s lovely, sweetheart
but I could see it much better
if you'’d turn me right side up.
Oh, oops.
Hey, Harvey, i'’d like you to meet my mom.
Hi, Harvey.
Wow, I can really see the resemblance.
Oh, we get that all the time.
A... pleasure meeting you.
Got out of that family just in time.
Marissa, I Don'’t care what the doctor said.
That mole is staying right where it is
until after you'’ve modeled the butterfly blouse.
Sabrina, what is that hideous ball of wax on the table?
Hey, that'’s no ball of wax, that my...
Candle.
[ Music plays]
♪
♪
And this is the newspaper.
Where I work, and, you know
sometimes just look like i'’m working.
Honey, I am so proud of you.
Thanks.
You know, your support really means a lot to me.
Hey, Sabrina.
Josh, hi.
What are you doing here
with a ball of wax?
I, uh, I just came by to, um...
You know, wax this table.
Okay.
But just so you know, they make that in a spray.
Oh, I know, I just wanted to use this up first.
Right.
Okay, i'’ll talk to you later.
That'’s my boyfriend.
He'’s adorable.
He'’s got my... votive.
Oh, mom.
[ Gasping]
Miles, I can'’t iron with that lens in my face.
I am sorry.
I have a cinematic duty to capture every second
of your complete emotional breakdown.
That'’s good. More of that.
[ Groaning]
Less of that.
Morgan, can you come here a second?
I'’m having trouble with my zipper.
You pull the little tab up.
It won'’t go.
I guess if you want something done right
you have to do it yourself.
I hate that.
I Don'’t know what the problem is.
I'’ll tell you what the problem is.
This zipper is trying to squeeze its way around
five pounds of fresh fat.
Have you gained weight?
No, no.
All i'’ve eaten for a week
are hilda'’s fat free lattes and muffins.
[ Sighs]
Eric, stand up straight.
You look like a gooseneck lamp.
We'’re back.
I mean, hey, everybody.
I mean
I can'’t wait for this fashion show to be over.
That makes... Seven of us.
Oh, is that so?
And I guess a year from now, when you'’re posing
for magazine covers, you'’ll be ruing the day
I ever made you a fashion model.
I Don'’t think you heard him correctly.
They'’re ruing you now.
It'’s been nonstop abuse ever since we took this gig.
Well, here'’s a thought...
UN-take it.
Nobody'’s stopping you.
Fine? Fine. Fine.
We'’re out of here. Go ahead!
Who needs you?
Oh, my god.
I do.
Morgan, the show is tomorrow.
Oh, what have I done?
Sabrina, this show means everything to me.
Designing clothes is the only thing
that I have a real talent for.
Except curling my eyelashes in a moving car
but I can'’t make a living doing that.
Not to push...
But it'’d really help the scene
dramatically if you cried right now.
Go.
Morgan
if you plan to succeed in any profession
you'’re going to have to learn to treat people with respect.
Fine.
But first I need people.
Come on, maybe we can get them back.
Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
Oh, my god, this is horrible.
I know.
Why did I have to tell Marissa
that her back fat was wiggling?
Where am I going to find new models by tomorrow?
Mom?
Are you here?
It'’s Sabrina, your idiot daughter
who stuck you next to a steam iron.
Look at you.
What have I done?
We were just getting to know each other, too.
Now i'’ve lost you forever.
Mom, i'’m so sorry.
Mom, how did...?
I Don'’t have a clue.
Oh, sweetheart.
Sabrina, great news.
I just found out, if you melt the wax
and mix it with your tears...
Oh, I guess you figured it out.
Great, but there'’s one more thing.
Don'’t look at each other!
Turn around, quick!
Sabrina, listen.
If your mother turns into another ball of wax
nothing will ever bring her back, ever.
But what if I...
No.
Not even if I...
No.
How bout if I...
No.
Sabrina
i'’m sorry.
Oh, honey.
If I could, I would trade all my magic
so you and your mother could be together.
Thanks, aunt Zelda.
Don'’t cry, darling.
We'’ll do what we'’ve always done.
We'’ll write, we'’ll call.
And, who knows?
With the turnover rate at the witches council
pretty soon we could appeal
to a whole new group of idiots.
Sabrina, I promise you
we will always be in each other'’s lives.
I love you, mom.
I love you, too, sweetheart.
I need an ending for my film.
Is Morgan aware that by firing those models
she'’s damaged her career and mine?
Are you listening?
Morgan couldn'’t get
those models to come back?
No.
She even told Eric she'’d name a purse after him.
Nothing.
I know this is an unpopular position
but I feel kind of bad for Morgan.
Her clothes are really great.
Okay, there was a cute sweater sitting on the couch.
I tried it on, sue me.
I tried it on, too.
I mean, normally I Don'’t look good in raglan sleeves
but that sweater... hoo-ha!
Hoo-ha.
You know, Morgan is pretty persuasive.
I'’m sure she'’ll find some other models to fill in.
I can almost guarantee it.
Okay, so Sabrina will never be a supermodel.
And all those years of supermodel lessons out the window.
And then there'’s miles.
Well, he'’s a natural.
This is a disaster.
I'’m ruined.
No, i'’m worse than ruined.
I'’m going to spend my life making soy mochachinos.
Hold on, you know, we still have evening wear.
And, I have a feeling things will go a lot better this time.
You know, the neurotic one'’s kind of cute
when he'’s all gussied up.
All: Morgan! Morgan!
Morgan!
[ Cheering]
You did great, sweetheart.
But technically
you should not have used your pointy finger
to make Morgan look good.
I know, but Morgan'’s really talented
and I wanted people to see that.
Good one.
Way to find the loophole.
Oh, what'’s wrong, sweetheart?
No.
I just wish my mother could have been here to see me.
Sabrina...
"Miss Cavanaugh'’s line of clothing
which is very forward, directional..."
Directional!
"texturally mind blowing
"will certainly establish her
as one of fashion'’s rising young stars."
[ Cheering]
You know, reviews Don'’t get any better than that.
Neither do friends.
Thanks for all your help, everybody.
It worked out perfectly.
Oh, by the way.
You'’re going to have to be a little more lenient
with my work schedule
now that I am a budding superstar designer.
I'’m behind you 100%.
And to show you my support
I made you a couple of my double chocolate
fat-free cream pies.
Oh.
Mm, I Don'’t know how you do it?
When you try to get
in that skirt in two weeks, you'’ll know.
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