I'll get it! I'll get it!
That's for me!
Hello?
Hi, Harvey.
Sure, ask away.
Uh, wait.
One second.
Aunt Zelda, do you mind?
Oh, no. Go right ahead.
No. I mean, would you leave me alone?
Oh, I get it.
Sorry.
You were saying?
[ Laughter]
One more sec.
Salem, are you spying on me?
I'm a cat.
I'm curious. So kill me.
Out!
Fine.
I understand the delicacy of the moment.
♪ Harvey and Sabrina, Harvey and Sabrina. ♪
[ Laughing]
You were asking?
No. Mr. Pool said
photosynthesis would not be on the test.
Is that it?
Okay.
Yeah. See you tomorrow.
There, there.
I'm sure Harvey will ask you out on a date someday.
Thanks, Louisa.
You were listening?
I have no privacy in this house.
♪ Harvey and Sabrina, Harvey and Sabrina. ♪
Feeling groovy. Far out.
I just don't get how people can dance
with all these tables here.
Sasha, we'll move the tables.
It looks like i'm going to the dance.
Who with?
Me.
Dates are just society's way
of keeping numbers even.
I'm going to represent all things that are odd.
I'm sure that's exactly how people will see it.
Do want to come with me?
We could go alone... together.
No, thanks.
You know, I was thinking it might be fun to go with Harvey.
Are you going to ask him?
I can't. I don't want
to complicate our friendship.
What if he asked you?
Well, I don't mind if he complicates our friendship.
Hey, Harvey.
Over here.
Thanks for waving, I might not have
spotted you at the same table where we always sit.
So, do you have plans
for the dance tomorrow night?
Oops. Got to run.
I've never seen her move so fast.
So you were saying about the dance?
Oh, I probably won't go.
School dances aren't my thing.
How about you?
Oh, I haven't made any plans...
You know, yet.
Hi, Harvey.
Can I borrow a finger?
Excuse me. Sure.
We were talking.
Other people have fingers too, you know.
Yes, but Harvey works out.
And by the way, Harvey, I was thinking you and I
could go to the dance together. Okay?
Okay.
Great.
Thanks for helping.
"Okay"?
I thought you said school dances weren't your thing.
They're not. I panicked.
I have a hard time saying no.
Really should work on that.
No!
Aunt Zelda, I need help.
Of course. What is it?
Well, it's kind of private.
Did someone say "private"?
Yes.
I'm intrigued.
Continue.
Okay, I'll tell you my problem
if you promise to keep it a secret.
I wanted to go
to the dance tonight with this guy...
Harvey.
Right, but he's going
with this other girl...
Libby.
Okay, then what happens?
Oh sweetie, if Harvey likes Libby
that's his choice.
But I don't think he does.
She asked himand because
he has a problem saying no, he said yes.
Then why didn't youask him?
Because then he would know that I liked him.
But you do.
Yes, but I can't tell him that.
Have you at least dropped a hint?
Well, I smile at him a lot
and sometimes when we play foosball
I let him win.
He'll never figure it out that way.
16-year-old boys are oblivious.
If you like Harvey, you'll have to tell him.
You may even want to use one of these.
A sledgehammer?
Look, I think I'd rather
just use a love spell
but I can't find one in my magic book.
Oh, Sabrina, I hate to disappoint you
but there is no love spell.
Love is far too precious to tamper with.
You mean too weird.
That's why there's no standardized formula...
Although Calvin klein came close with
[ whispering]: Obsession.
So, being a witch doesn't help me at all.
Well, in this case, no.
Not necessarily.
You can't make someone love you
but you can imprison them in a ring
for not loving you.
See?
Hilda, let me out!
Thou art starting to grow on me.
I love the way he catches the light.
Look, trapping Harvey in Amber
is not exactly what I had in mind.
I think I need to be alone again.
Oh, that privacy thing?
Hilda, let's go.
We'll be downstairs if you need us.
That's right.
We're here, we care, and we have pie.
That stinks!
Harvey or no Harvey
she should go to the ball...
I mean dance.
Sabrina needs someone
who is hip and fun...
Who'll make her forget Harvey.
I know.
Do we have any "man dough" in the house?
Great idea. I'll race you to the kitchen.
Beat you.
Oh, you are so immature.
Do you mind?
I'm busy staring into space.
You can do that later.
We're making Sabrina a dreamdate.
Oh...
Oh, whoa...
My kibble.
Dream date.
Got your nose.
Here's your ears.
There.
Wait a minute.
One arm is shorter than the other.
Hilda, have you been eating dough?
[ Chewing]: No.
Now for the personality glaze.
Pour it on.
Let's make him a great dancer.
And a daredevil.
And a musician.
Do girls still like musicians?
Ever since Mozart's "feel the heat" tour.
Uh, oh. I overdid
the enthusiasm.
He's going to a high school dance.
He's going to need
all the enthusiasm he can get.
What are you cooking?
Something smells...
Handsome?
Sabrina, you're going to love it.
We're making you a dream date
out of man dough.
"Man dough"?
He'll be tall, dark and yeasty.
Now, he lasts about four hours, which is perfect for your dance.
Yeah, perfect.
Except for the fact that I wanted to go with Harvey
not poppin' fresh!
On, now come on.
Just meet him before you make up your mind.
You're going to like him.
He's really enthusiastic.
I've already made up my mind.
I'm not going.
Man's done. Man's done.
[ Gasping]
Hey! Hi.
Man, am I happy to be here.
Wow, he is really cute.
Zelda: Well, we do nice work
but if you don't want to go...
Changed my mind. I'll go.
Give me a sec to get ready.
All set. Got to go.
Man, you look great.
And this dance sounds fantastic.
Ah, man, this place is fantastic.
What do you call it?
The cafeteria?
The cafeteria, cafe...
I'll have to remember that.
Whoa! Great bunting.
Hey, could you keep it down? You're talking kind of loud.
Hi. Hi.
Hi. Who are you?
I'm Jenny. Who are you?
This is, uh, Chad Corey Dylan.
Great name.
Sabrina: Thanks.
Uh, Chad, could you get us some punch?
She has the best ideas.
So, what do you think?
He's cute. Where did you meet him?
Oh, my aunts introduced us.
We rode over on his motorcycle.
I approve.
Yeah, Chad's pretty neat
you know, for an athlete- daredevil-rock musician.
Guess what?
They have two flavors... Orange and red.
Sabrina: Go easy, Chad.
Well, I'm going to dance.
Wait a second, we can dance here?
Yeah. Do you like dancing?
I'm made to dance...
And I lovethis song!
Here, excuse me.
Thank you, thank you. Thanks a lot.
Sasha.
What have I missed?
Not much.
Where have you been?
We had some engine trouble with the 'vette on the way over.
You drive a corvette?
That's che-vette.
Hey, same manufacturer.
Oh, please.
Oh, my god!
Who's the guy Sabrina's with?
His name's Chad Corey Dylan
and, yes, that's his motorcycle outside.
Well, I guess Sabrina wins.
I don't think so.
Come on, Harvey.
Let's hit the floor.
Actually, Libby, I don't dance.
Excuse me?
This is a dance.
Guess what we do here?
Well, see, for me, dance is sort of a metaphor.
For what?
I don't know. Something else?
I can't believe you did this to me.
Sasha?
Ladies' room.
Ah, man, I'm having a great time.
Me, too.
Well, why did you stop dancing?
I just saw someone.
Who?
Just a friend.
This is fun. We haven't done this
since the taft administration.
What did you put in your personality?
I gave him lots of optimism.
I want my dream date to be hopeful.
Oh, that's nice.
[ Timer dings]
Mine's done.
Hi. I'm hilda.
Would you get off my back?
I've been looking for work.
Stop riding me.
That doesn't sound too hopeful.
Something must have gone wrong.
Did you check the expiration date
on the optimism?
Oh, no. It says, "hope fades."
Which means...
My dream date is hopeless.
Ladies, you want to break up the hen party?
Somewhere men are competing
in a professional sport... And I'm missing it.
So where's the TV?
Never mind. I'll find it myself.
TV... TV...
TV... no, that's...
I have the worst luck with men...
Even the ones made out of dough.
Here. You want to start over?
Yes.
No.
Wait.
I have an idea.
Maybe I can change him.
Oh, hilda, you know that never works.
But I love a challenge.
First I'll gain his trust
by pretending
to be interested in sports.
Wait. Don't you even want to see
who my dream date is?
Let me guess. He's a brave, milk-swilling fireman.
How did you know?
I found the calendar in your desk.
Sabrina's right. There's no privacy in this home.
Oh, hello, kitten.
Got milk?
What?
Oh, sorry.
Thought you were talking to me.
Oh, man, this is the best night of my life.
Do you mind if we stop?
I'm sort of tired.
Oh, sure. Go ahead.
Although I got to say, I love this song.
Oh, well, then keep dancing.
Jenny?
Cover for me.
All right, but don't be long.
I don't want people thinking I sold out.
Hi. Harvey.
You busy?
Uh, no. I dropped a chip in the punch.
You look nice.
Thanks. So do you.
This is what I wore to school yesterday.
Oh, well, you smell okay.
So, where's Libby?
Bathroom, I guess.
She's mad at me 'cause I don't dance.
Really? I would have thought you'd be good at that.
Well, I'm okay when it's just me rocking out in my room.
I mean, I don't spin around a pole or anything.
But I get really self-conscious
in front of other people.
We all do.
Not your date.
Well, Chad's kind of special.
Wow, you really
like him, don't you?
No. I meant, like different.
Hey, there you are.
Uh, hi. I'm Chad Corey Dylan.
Harvey... Dwight... kinkle.
It's nice to meet you.
Hey, Sabrina, you got to get back here.
You wouldn't believe what you're missing.
A great song?
She knows everything.
Well, you're back.
I thought maybe you had fallen in.
Charming.
What are you thinking?
That ref's a jerk.
You know, we could talk while we watch sports.
I mean, relationships are built on communication.
Why don't you share your feelings?
Why don't you share the chips?
Simon, the point I'm trying to make...
Look, look, look, look.
When we get to a boring commercial
we'll make out.
Until then... mind?
I've never seen a man drink so much milk.
Oh... I like milk.
Libby: I don't understand why you didn't just say no
when I asked you to this dance.
I told you.
I'm working on it.
All right.
A slow dance.
Uh, you know, Chad
I'm really not into slow dances.
Um, why don't we go over and stand
by those chairs?
Genius.
That is genius.
Oh, this is too weird, even for me.
[ Laughs]
If you don't want to be here, just leave.
Look, I don't tell many people this, but...
There he is.
Hi.
I'm Libby.
Hi. I'm Chad.
Saw you dancing out there.
You're really good.
Oh, well, I'm also a daredevil and a rock musician.
Oh, really?
What instrument do you play?
Well, lead guitar.
[ Snorts]
"Lead guitar."
Hey, Harvey, don't you play an instrument?
Yeah. The bassoon.
Wow, the bassoon.
I think that's really sexy.
Maybe to another bassoon.
[ Song begins]
Oh, man, I love this song.
Me too.
Unfortunately, my date can't dance.
Yes, he can.
As a matter of fact, Harvey is a wonderful dancer.
Sabrina...
Technically, that's not true.
Yes, it is. And why don't you prove it to them? Now.
Okay. Maybe I know a fewsteps.
Yeah!
Harvey's dancing alone!
All right!
He's actually better than Chad.
Muchbetter.
Did anyone see that?
Everyone saw it.
Oh, now I feel really self-conscious.
Let's dance. I feel inspired.
I better go.
What? I want to dance with you now.
Sorry, Libby, but you said I could leave if I wanted to.
I take it back. You have to dance with me.
Libby...
No.
Look, Chad, this doesn't feel right.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me. I got to go.
Harvey?
I'm over here.
Well, I thought you were leaving.
Yeah. Well, I wanted to
but now I have to wait for triple-a.
Well, I can help you wait.
I'm good at that.
Watch.
Thanks.
But shouldn't you be inside
with what's-his-name, what's-his-name, what's-his-name?
Nah. He's not really my type.
What? Perfect isn't your type?
Actually, Harvey, I wanted to talk to you about that.
But it's kind of hard for me.
What do you mean?
Well, the thing is...
I...
See...
Sabrina, what is it?
Freeze.
Look... the thing is, I came to this party
expecting to have a good time with Chad
but one look at you and it was over.
I mean, I think it's great that we're friends, but...
Sometimes I wish it were more.
I like you, Harvey.
I like you a lot... But I guess for now
this is the closest I can come to saying it
to your face.
Thanks for listening.
Did you just say something?
Yeah. I, uh, I said Chad isn't really perfect.
You know, one arm's longer than the other.
Well, I'd better get back.
Uh, Sabrina, I...
I was wondering, since we're out here...
Do you want to dance?
Won't you feel self-conscious?
It's just us.
So, do you love this song?
It's okay.
I'm starting to get a little self-conscious.
Okay. I'm there.
Sorry. That's all I can do.
It was enough.
I think I'm ready to go home now.
Hey, if you're done with the dance
do you want to head over to the slicery and play
a little foosball?
I love foosball.
Sorry. I've been hanging out
with Chad too long.
Well, I'll go tell him I'm leaving.
I like you, Sabrina.
Why can't I say it to her face?
Sabrina, you're back.
Chad, we need to talk.
Look, it was sweet of you
to bring me to the dance
but you're not the one I want to be with.
Well, who do you want to be with?
Harvey.
That's an excellent choice.
He's a great guy.
You really are a dream date, Chad.
So, uh, it's okay if I leave?
Oh, sure. No. Go ahead.
I'll just stay here and miss you.
I don't want you to do that.
Look, you only have two hours left
and I'm sure you love this song
so, uh, why not ask
Libby to dance?
Can I?
I like Libby.
You likelibby?
Sorry. I guess i'm starting to go bad.
All right.
Foos it or loose it.
Hey, look... the same length.
So, if you live by the pass
you die by the pass.
They kept the ball on the ground
and they converted in the red zone.
I can't hear pat summerall while you're yapping.
It's a hardware commercial.
Shh. He's talking about hammers.
Okay. That's it.
Done!
19 seconds.
Yes.
Coming through.
Be back in a jiff.
So, what now?
Well, uh, I could register your bike
or make lasagne for 50.
Could you teach me the heimlich?
Sure, but first I need a milk break
to fortify my body
and build healthy teeth and bones.
Yes. I finally got through to Simon.
[ Sighing]
Well, since my dream date turned out to be a dud
I guess we'll have to share yours.
Oh... on, no.
No. I'm not sharing.
He's mine.
Be nice.
I made him. Let go.
I won't.
Let go. Let go... oh!
Now look what you've done.
[ Sobbing]: My milk...
He's damaged now.
Can I have him?
Oh, man, I love this song.
You and I are so right for each other.
[ Panting]
[ Coughing]
[ Gasping and coughing]
Must find... preservatives.
[ Coughing]
Chad?
Oop...
Eww...
Ugh, gross.
I had a really great time.
Oh, man, I lovethis song.