: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.
:12:20
- Open!
- Witches!
:12:22
Daughters of darkness!
Open this door!
:12:25
- Hide the child!
- The child!
- Come on!
:12:28
Witches? Uh, there be
no witches here, sir!
:12:33
Don't get your knickers
in a twist!
:12:37
We are just three kindly
old spinster ladies!
:12:40
Uh, spending a quiet
evening at home!
:12:44
Sucking the lives
out of little children!
:12:48
- Winifred Sanderson?
- Yes?
:12:52
I will ask thee one final time.
:12:55
- Yes?
- What hast thou done
with my son Thackery?
:12:58
- Thackery. Mmm.
- Answer me!