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You like that?

Honey, take a look at this.

"To Miss Tabatha Stephens."

Her first letter. How about that?

Who is it from?

It's from my folks.

Anything new?

I'll tell you in a minute.

Yeah, they're coming to see Tabatha in two weeks.

Oh, marvelous. It'll be fun seeing them.

Well, that depends.

The last time they visited,

it wasn't exactly my idea of fun.

Well, darling, it wasn't my fault

that Aunt Clara picked the same weekend to visit.

I was surprised when she came down the chimney.

Is that how she arrived?

Mm-hmm.

Poor dear, she was so lonely.

I didn't have the heart to turn her away.

Oh, it's so nice to see you again.

Oh, it's nice to see you too dear.

Oh, well, we'll have a lovely weekend together.

Weekend?

Doorknobs are all very well, but they're not family.

Aunt Clara.

I count them when I'm lonely.

But somehow, you know,

today they didn't seem to do the trick.

And then I remembered the lovely invitation

you gave me to come here whenever I wanted to.

I see.

Now, where is that nice mortal you're married to?

Darrin went to pick up his parents.

They're spending the weekend too.

Oh.

Oh, I've picked a bad time for a visit.

Oh, well, never mind. I'll leave before they arrive.

No, you won't.

Now, I haven't met Darrin's parents.

It would be kind of nice to have you around for moral support.

Besides, we have plenty of room.

Now, are you sure I won't be in the way?

Of course not.

And I'd like them to meet my favorite aunt.

Oh, ho. You are a nice girl.

Now, why don't I show you to your room?

And you can get cleaned up and rest

before you have to meet Darrin and his parents.

No, I think I'll wait for my bag and umbrella.

They weren't ready and packed when I wanted to go,

so I just left them there.

Teach them a lesson.

[♪♪♪]

I can't wait to see him.

Oh, I hope she hasn't let him lose weight.

He can't afford to lose weight.

Oh, he's probably in the last stages of malnutrition.

Oh, now, you know that isn't what I meant.

Oh, there he is!

Oh, Darrin! Oh, Darrin!

Uh-oh. Here come the waterworks.

Three months away and it's like he's back from the grave.

Well, it's too long for a son to be away from his mother.

Much too long.

Marriage obviously agrees with you boy.

I've never seen you look better.

Have you, Phyllis?

Oh, he looks terrible.

How can you say he looks well?

He looks terrible.

Have you been eating the right foods, Darrin?

Oh, I feel great, Mom. Honestly.

Never mind.

I'll fatten you up with some good home cooking

in a couple of days.

Meet my wife, the diplomat.

Now what did I say wrong?

There's our luggage.

Sam's a pretty good cook too, Mom.

Sam?

Samantha.

Oh, Samantha. Oh, I'm sure she is dear.

And you know I'd cut off my right arm rather than interfere.

I just thought I'd give her a few tips though.

Can she make chicken cacciatore?

No, Mom.

No one can make chicken cacciatore the way you can.

Oh!

It's nice that there's something you need your mother for.

Well, let's go.

I'm anxious to meet this bride of yours, Darrin.

I'll bet she's something really special.

Pop, you win your bet.

Oh!

Oh, there you are.

I told you I wouldn't wait for you.

Well, don't stand there like that.

Come in, come in, come in.

Now, your room is the second on the left.

I'll check dinner and be right up.

Oh, it smells good.

Pot roast.

I wanted to serve something more exotic,

but I thought I ought to stay on safe ground.

Exotic?

Yes, you know, beef stroganoff, coq au vin.

Something that would really impress Darrin's mother.

Oh, don't you worry, dear.

I just know they're going to love you.

How can you be so sure?

I'm a witch.

I can't tell you how excited I was

when we heard that Darrin was married.

Fainted four times. Four.

He's exaggerating as usual.

Oh, I will admit that I was surprised,

but I'm not one of those mothers who want to keep their children

tied to their apron strings.

Then why is everything in Darrin's room bronzed?

Well, there's nothing wrong with being sentimental.

I think it's rather nice.

His tennis racquet?

Now, why don't you two men leave us alone

so that I can get acquainted with my daughter-in-law?

Come on, Pop. I'll show you your room.

Right.

You treat her well now, Phyllis.

I like this girl.

Now we can talk.

I just wanted you to know that you don't have to worry

about me being one of those interfering mother-in-laws.

Why, I'd cut off my right arm first.

Well, I wouldn't want you to do that.

Of course if you, uh...

If you do need any help, I'm always available.

That's nice to know.

Well, I do know a little more about Darrin's habits than you.

So if there's anything you want to know,

anything at all, feel free to ask.

Darrin tells me you're a good cook.

Well, I'm still learning.

Oh, good.

That is, maybe I can give you

the recipes for some of his very favorite dishes.

Do you know how to make pineapple upside-down cake?

No, I don't.

Then there are his hives.

I don't know how to make those either.

No, no, dear.

That's an allergy.

It's a rash he gets.

I'll show you how to treat it.

Oh, I've cured that.

You cured his rash?

Oh, yes.

We found out he only got it when he ate chicken cacciatore.

I see.

My, this is a--

This is a lovely room.

Did you, um...?

Did you have a decorator?

No, I did it myself.

Well, absolutely lovely.

I'll bet you can't wait to get it finished.

Finished?

Well, really all it needs is a few knickknacks to warm it up.

Darrin is used to that.

He always had them at home.

Oh, I've got more than enough.

I'll send you some when I get back.

Oh, why, thank you.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Oh, uh, Darrin,

I was just telling Samantha how lovely the room looks.

Oh, yes, it does have a nice clean look.

I hate a room that's all cluttered up with ornaments.

You know, we really don't know very much about you, Samantha.

What did you do before you married Darrin?

Well, I, uh, traveled a lot.

With your family?

Sometimes.

Do you get to see much of your mother?

Oh, she pops in and out.

And what about the rest of your...

famil...

Oh, hello, Aunt Clara.

Oh, hello, everybody.

Come on, I want you to meet everybody.

Aunt Clara, this is Mrs. Stephens.

And Mr. Stephens.

How do you do?

And that is Darrin.

Oh...

Uh, this is an unexpected pleasure.

You haven't met Darrin before?

Oh, well, I've met him, but he hasn't met me.

Uh, in the flesh, I mean.

So to speak.

Aunt Clara is going to spend the weekend with us too.

She is?!

Uh, I-- I mean, she is?

[LAUGHS]

Wouldn't you like to see my doorknob collection?

Why, yes, I...

I beg your pardon?

Aunt Clara collects doorknobs.

I have 3000.

Where did you get them all?

I don't remember, but there are a lot of people

having a heck of a time trying to open their doors.

Samantha, could I speak to you for a minute?

When?

Now.

Yes. Excuse me.

Maybe this would be a nice chance

for us to have a little chat.

Darling, I was just as surprised as you were.

I turned around, and there she was sitting in the fireplace.

She came down the chimney.

Oh, well, darling,

you can't blame someone for being old.

She used to come through the wall

just the same as everybody else.

Oh, great.

She's really very sweet.

I'm sure she is, darling,

and I'd love to have her here any other time,

but not this weekend.

My parents are plain, simple folks who--

Darrin. Darrin.

Darling, I can't ask her to leave.

I couldn't bear to see her hurt.

You can understand that, can't you?

I suppose so, honey.

I know it's inconvenient,

but I'm sure your parents will understand.

Besides, what possible harm could she do?

Yes, I'm a witch.

All my family are.

It's sort of a family thing

that has been handed down, you know.

But the witch game isn't up like it used to be.

Oh, no.

Now, there was a time when you could cast a spell on someone,

and they knew it.

Not now.

No, not now.

Well, now, take the Yankees.

Oh, the Yankees?

Well, they lost two World Series in a row, didn't they?

[LAUGHS]

Uh, you put a spell on 'em, huh?

Well, Bertha and me.

Bertha and you.

Oh, well, um, I'm so glad you don't mind.

Mind?

About Samantha being one.

Oh. Heh, heh.

Samantha's a witch too, huh?

Uh, yes, yes.

But, uh, she's trying to get away from it.

Uh, bothers Darrin.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, I, uh...

I think I'll go for a little...fresh air.

if you don't mind.

Shan't be long.

[THUMP]

Why, I used to go through a wall, whoo, just like butter.

I think I'll try the front door.

[SIGHS]

She's kind of cute, isn't she?

FRANK: What about your sister, Madge?

PHYLLIS: That's not the same thing at all.

Madge has a quirk that's all.

Quirk?

She thinks she's a lighthouse.

You call standing on the garage roof

when it rains to warn ships at sea,

a quirk?

That woman believes she's a witch.

Now, you can't tell me that's normal.

Oh, well, Darrin isn't married to Clara.

And I think Samantha is a perfect wife.

Perfect?

She can't even make a pineapple upside-down cake.

What kind of a family has poor Darrin married into?

Oh, please.

Oh, Darrin, do you think everything is going all right?

I don't know what you're so worried about?

Pop thinks you're great.

Yes, but what about your mother?

I'm sure she likes you too.

Obviously the flight upset her.

She's just not herself, that's all.

Oh, I don't know.

I just don't know.

I have a funny feeling there's something out of whack.

The only thing out of whack is your Aunt Clara.

Well, at least you know where you stand with her.

Well, has Mom said anything?

Oh, no, of course not.

I know she's trying to be nice.

I've done everything I can to please her.

I just don't know.

I have a funny feeling, that's all, there's something wrong.

Hello, dears.

Everything all right?

Yes, everything's ready.

Just keep your fingers crossed.

Oh, I don't believe in superstition.

I just know that everything is going to be perfect.

Oh, dear.

I better go empty the ashtrays in the living room.

Sam--

[SIGHS]

Now, Clara, Clara, don't goof this up.

Now...

Coq au vin.

[SQUAWKS]

Go away, chicken. Go away, chicken.

Go away, chicken.

On, now that's better.

Oh.

Now...

Now, for dessert...

pineapple upside-down cake.

It would be just my luck if it came up, right side up.

[GIGGLES] Oh...

I'm on a winning streak.

Please sit down, Mr. Stephens.

Oh, fine, sure.

Aunt Clara.

Make yourself comfortable.

Ahhh...

Hey, that smells great! What is it?

Pot roast.

I would like to have served you something, well, more exciting,

but cooking really isn't one of my--

That's coq au vin.

DARRIN: Samantha?

Yeah, that's what it is, all right.

Oh, it looks delicious.

I thought you said you couldn't cook.

Quite a sense of humor this girl of yours has.

Yes, she keeps me laughing all day.

How did you know it was my favorite dish?

Oh, does Mrs. Stephens cook it for you?

Cook it?

She can't even pronounce it.

You must be a great cook.

Oh, you wait until you see

the dessert she's whipped up for you.

What is it, Samantha?

Maybe it should be a surprise.

Pineapple upside-down cake.

Well, Phyllis, I guess you can stop worrying now, huh?

Our boy couldn't be in better hands.

What's the matter?

I have a sick headache.

You've been at it again, haven't--?

Shhh! They'll hear you.

[WHISPERS] Zap! Coq au vin!

Wap! Pineapple upside-down cake.

I didn't make that food.

You promised me no witchcraft.

You said you were just going to be yourself, but--

You didn't?

Well, who did?

I would say your prime suspect is Aunt Clara.

Unless of course, your mother's holding out on us.

What?

She isn't a witch too, is she?

Let's leave my mother out of this, huh?

No matter what you say, Darrin,

it was a delicious meal, and she hardly ate a mouthful.

Now, what can I do to get her to like me?

Sam, let's just solve one problem at a time, huh?

I think I'll have a little talk with Aunt Clara after dinner.

Now, Darrin, if you hurt her feelings,

I'll never forgive you.

She was only trying to help.

Well, I'll just ask her to stop helping.

Be tactful.

Don't worry.

I'll tactfully tell her that the position

of house witch is already filled.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hm? Come in.

Oh.

Am I disturbing anything, Aunt Clara?

Oh, not at all, not at all.

No, I'm just polishing my doorknobs.

It must be quite a job keeping those clean.

Well, it keeps me out of the pool halls.

That was quite a dinner you whipped up.

Oh, I still know a trick or two.

Oh, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, Aunt Clara.

You see, my mother and father, they aren't...

used to, um...

witchcraft.

You see that?

Now, to a doorknob collector,

that's equivalent to the Hope diamond.

Hmm.

I-it's not that we don't appreciate your trying to help.

Such a nice sparkle.

[SIGHS]

I wouldn't even have brought it up at all,

except that...

well, my mother and father... just don't understand.

Do you understand what I'm saying, Aunt Clara?

Oh, it's nice of you to look at my doorknob collection.

Not many young people care about that sort of thing nowadays.

Come on, bag.

We must go.

Did you talk to Aunt Clara?

Uh-huh.

You didn't upset her, did you?

She didn't seem to be upset.

Did she understand?

I don't know, it's hard to tell with Aunt Clara.

I think I better go up and see her.

I thought I'd give you a hand with the dish--

Oh. Oh, you've already done them.

Isn't their anything I can do?

Nothing at all, Mom. Sam's done it all.

Oh, you should get

the Good Housekeeping seal of approval, Samantha.

Thank you. I'll be right back.

Darrin, are you happy?

What?

Of course, Mom.

Now, if there's anything you want to tell me about,

I'm always here.

I've never been happier in my life.

Any problem at all, no matter how large or how small.

Just because you're married

doesn't mean you still can't some to your mother.

Mom, I don't have any problems.

Well, that's all right.

If you don't want to tell me about it, that's fine with me.

You know I'd cut off my right arm--

Phyllis, will you leave the boy alone?

Well, now, hasn't the mother the right to ask

if her son is happy?

Well, who wouldn't be happy

married to a dream like Samantha?

Oh, she's a lovely girl, all right.

Then why have you been trying to find fault with her

ever since we arrived?

That's not true.

I mean, what do you want?

She's beautiful, she's talented, she's even-tempered,

and she's a great cook.

I agree.

Then there's no argument!

Then there's no argument!

All right!

If there's no argument,

why are you two yelling at each other?

What did you do to Aunt Clara?

I didn't do anything to Aunt Clara.

Well, you must've said something insulting

otherwise she wouldn't have left.

Sam, do we--?

Darrin, you promised you'd be tactful.

Do we have to discuss this in front of--?

Yes, we do.

Now, Aunt Clara is a guest in this house too.

You may not like it, but she's my family.

Really, Samantha.

There's no need to take it out--

Shut up, Phyllis.

I told you it's not my fault she left.

Oh, yes, it is.

If you hadn't been so annoyed

because Aunt Clara made the dinner,

none of this ever would've happened.

She cooked dinner?

Yes, she did.

You may as well know it right now.

I'm not a very good cook.

You're not?

No, I'm not.

I can't make coq au vin or pineapple upside-down cake

or any of those fancy dishes.

Samantha--

It's no use, Darrin.

I cannot pretend to be something I'm not.

And I won't stand here and see Aunt Clara hurt.

I don't blame you.

What did you say to that nice old lady?

I didn't say-- You be quiet.

Go on, dear.

Well, that's just about it.

I wanted you to think that I was the perfect wife for Darrin,

and Aunt Clara thought she was helping me.

The fact is I'm not very good at housekeeping yet.

If you like me any less for that, I'm sorry,

but you'll just have to accept me as I am, faults and all.

[TEARFULLY] Oh, Samantha...

you don't know how happy you've made me.

What are you crying about?

Oh, what do you men know about anything?

What's going on here?

I didn't want you to be perfect, dear.

Well, then why did you act as if you did?

Because I'm a...silly old woman

who was afraid she'd be pushed aside and forgotten.

And you seem so self-sufficient and so good at everything.

I just thought I wouldn't be needed anymore.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do.

I'll go see if I can't find Aunt Clara.

Oh, she's at the bus station.

How do you know?

I asked her umbrella.

Good thinking. I'll be back in a few minutes.

Well, I hope he finds her.

You asked her what?

Oh, uh, family joke.

I just have a hunch she's there.

Well, maybe Aunt Clara is right.

You are a witch after all.

I am.

[LAUGHS]

[BOTH LAUGH]

But don't spread it around.

No.

It'll be our secret.

Oh, Darrin, you don't really think

that I bronzed your tennis racquet, do you?

Of course not, Mom. I knew Pop was kidding.

However, I did bronze your shoes.

Your football shoes.

We're using them for book ends.

Say, how would you girls like to see a little magic?

Oh, Frank, for heaven's--

We'll show you a little trick here.

Uh, Aunt Clara. Yes?

Take a card out of the deck, huh?

Just any card. Go on.

Take it outta there, and look at it,

and put it back in.

Don't let me see it now.

Oh.

Let me see.

Hmm, all right.

You got it?

Yep.

All right, put it back in now.

Anywhere, just anywhere. Right?

Alrighty, now, let's see.

Your card is the, uh...

Heh, it's funny.

This always worked before.

You'll find it in your top coat pocket.

Oh.

PHYLLIS: Now, how did you do that?

I'm a witch.

[ALL LAUGH]

Oh, well, now, I think I'll go for our little constitutional.

Do you mind if we walk along with you?

Uh, er, walk?

Oh. Oh.

Oh, well, that might be nice for a change.

You know, the next time we come,

I must bring my sister, Madge, along.

She and Clara would have a ball, wouldn't they, Frank?

CLARA: Oh, dear...

[DOOR CLOSES]

They really seem to have hit if off, haven't they?

They sure have.

And they think you're the greatest.

That's nice.

Well, it's as I said, all you had to be was yourself.

You're right, darling.

Samantha...

You said I should be myself.

I take it all back.

Maybe my folks aren't ready for the real you yet.

[♪♪♪]