Now, Darren, we decided a long time ago that my witchcraft should never be treated like a toy and used for our personal gain.

I know it honey, but our marriage is, how can I say this, getting a little on the dull side. I just thought that if -

Darren! No! I will not do anything to give you the advantage - anywhere, any time!

But, dear. I just wanted to influence the outcome of the Morton account. I think I've almost got it anyway. Just one little -

Darren! Shutup! If you go on with this conversation I will pack up and leave you. I swear it, I will.

SAM'S ANGER AND THREATS ARE TURNING DARREN ON.

Oh, Sam. Yell some more!

SAMANTHA LOOKS AT DARREN IN DISGUST.

Darren, on second thought, I think I'm leaving anyway. You're an imbecile. And a goofy looking one at that.

Huh? You're not serious!

Not serious?! I'll show you not serious!

SAM WIGGLES HER NOSE AND DARREN SUDDENLY APPEARS IN A CAGE JUST A LITTLE BIGGER AND IN THE SAME SHAPE AS HIS OWN BODY. HE IS UNABLE TO MOVE HIS ARMS OR LEGS FREELY.

Hey! I can't move! Come on, Sam, let me out!

Oh Darren, pipe down. At least I didn't change you into something inanimate. Or perhaps you want me to do just that.

SAM RAISES HER ARMS IN A PRELUDE TO THE NEXT SPELL SHE COULD CAST ON HER TRAPPED HUSBAND. WET BLOUSE PIT STAINS ARE REVEALED.

No! No! No, honey, please don't. I love you. Didn't you know that?

Bull!

SAM RAISES HER ARMS AGAIN, THIS TIME FOLLOWING THROUGH. SHE ISSUES SOME INCANTATION AND SUDDENLY A LEECH IS ATTACHED TO DARREN'S CHEEK.

What, leeches? Nice touch. A little medieval, but nice.