- Michael: No one can do that.
- Samantha Stephens: A witch can. So I can. Because I am a witch.
- Michael: I don't believe you.
- Samantha Stephens: I suppose you want me to prove it. Well, all right. You ready?
- [Samantha changes by magic into her witch-outfit]
- Samantha Stephens: How's that?
- Michael: [gets interested] But where's your pointed hat?
- Samantha Stephens: Pointed hat?
- [he nods]
- Samantha Stephens: Aha, okay.
- [casts the spell and gets the hat]
- Michael: [gets more interested] That's pretty good. But where's your broom?
- Samantha Stephens: Broom, huh?
- [casts a spell and gets the broom]
- Michael: Can you ride it?
- Samantha Stephens: Of course.
- Michael: With me too?
- Samantha Stephens: If you like. Michael, how would you like to take that little trip right now?
- Michael: You mean now?
- Samantha Stephens: Now. Here, you better put this on. It's apt to be a little chilly. And don't forget your feet. Now, you can...
- Samantha Stephens: Excuse me, but is Mr. Claus very busy?
- Elf: Well, of course he's very busy. What do you think this is? The Fourth of July?
- [first lines]
- Samantha Stephens: Darrin?
- Darrin Stephens: I'm right here, sweetheart.
- Samantha Stephens: Oh, hi there.
- Michael: I must've caught a cold somewhere last night. Well, come on. Let's open it!
- Mr. Johnson: You think we can open it right now?