Blanche: Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Barton, what can I do for you?
Mr. Barton: I wanna see the witch.
Mrs. Barton: Leonard! Don't call her a witch, you'll get another boil on your butt.
Mr. Barton: Tell the world, Gladys! [to Sophia] Look, you've won. I'm begging you, take off the curse, will you? My golf clubs are missing, my clocks are all wrong, I can't sleep, I can't eat!
Dorothy: You can't sit.
Mr. Barton: That, too. Please take it off.
Sophia: Move the tree.
Mr. Barton: It'll be out of here tomorrow.
Sophia: You got a deal. [Sophia raises her hand up to her mouth]
Mr. Barton: Does that mean it's gone?
Sophia: That means I shouldn't eat asparagus at dinner. That means it's gone.