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Oh my god, Dyson.
I love your pelt.
Maybe she'll turn him into a coat.
Maybe he'll give her rabies.
Huh? I need another drink.
No maybes about it.
- Wouldn't that be awesome? - Ladies! I didn't see you come in.
Hey, Trick, another ale for my partner and a Sex on the Beach for the blond.
How original.
Your boy seems jolly tonight.
*** magnet.
He's earned it.
Come on.
I mean, we've been beatin' our heads against this massive organized crime case.
Now Dyson's convinced the mob mistress to testify against her boyfriend.
The girlfriend must have a death wish.
Try a massive crush on Dyson.
I'm good, but I swear, he could charm his way into the Queen Mum's ***.
Yeah, once he's done with the waitresses.
Guys, relax.
Me and Dyson it's cool.
I can handle it.
Bo, I am so proud of Oh! I still can't handle it.
Oh god.
Flaming tequila, crumbly old book.
Not a good combo, drunky.
I am not drunk.
I am coping.
And Trick is going to kill you for swiping that.
Oh, no.
What is he going to do? Revoke my Fae library privileges? Aww.
Here's one the Festering Hex.
We cast this on Dyson, we can make it fall off.
To his ***.
May it rest in peace.
Yeah! We hit him with the old Bob Barker special, and then we hit his waitress with a bad case of Toadstool-itis.
That cannot be a real thing.
It is.
Might be tricky.
How much eye of newt would you say we're packing? No.
Besides, it's not the waitress's fault.
I mean, Hale is right.
Dyson can be mighty convincing.
Yeah, but with the right spell, he can be completely neutered.
Yeah! Right there.
Uh huh.
Hmm, you know what we should do? - What? - We should invoke Baba Yaga.
Baba what-now? Baba Yaga.
Every young Russian devotchka is taught to fear the old witch who lives deep in the lost woods, in a cottage made of bones.
Sounds kinda drafty.
The bones of young girls who don't do what they're told.
My, you are scared of this Baba Gaga! Baba Yaga.
And yeah, she's horrible! Okay.
Horrible, but you know, occasionally she'll help chicks get revenge on a dude who's wronged them.
Uh? Okay, I'm listening.
Okay, you get a mirror.
You say her name three times, you tell her the name of the dude you want cursed Bye-bye, wolf junk? Perhaps, we're concentrating too much on Dyson's genital region.
No.
No.
We can't curse Dyson! I mean, he sacrificed his love for me to save my life.
I mean, deep down we know he's all noble.
Yeah, he was noble back then, okay? And now he's all ***.
We're the good guys.
We take the high road.
That's what we do.
So, no Baby Yoda.
- Baba Yaga - Whatever.
No curses.
Even if seeing Dyson with someone else, or a bunch of someone elses, hurts like hell.
And it does.
Good night.
Bye.
Drink up.
Hey! Mat Mitlaw Baba Yaga.
Baba Yaga.
Baba Kitchorta Brababa Gitzeeavoya.
[Russian] Because he thinks he's it, but he's a ***.
Make him understand what it feels like to be rejected, to be hated.
This is my vengeance plea.
Hear me, Baba Yaga! Whatever you are doing in there, my impending hangover and I request that you please shut it! Okay.
Whatevs.
That was stupid.
As you wish.
Life is hard when you don't know who you are.
It's harder when you don't know what you are.
My love carries a death sentence.
I was lost for years, searching, while hiding, only to find that I belong to a world hidden from humans.
I won't hide anymore.
I will live the life I choose.
Kenzi! [Snoring] - Kenzi! - I'm up! I'm up.
How long has that stain been on the ceiling? Also, ow! What is with the bathroom? The mirror is completely shattered.
How do you know it was moi? Why do I taste like shampoo? What did we get up to last night? This is what happens when you buy wine from the bargain bin.
Crappy merlot might explain the mutual amnesia, but what about this itchy scab? Were we loaded enough to hit a tattoo joint? *** stamps are so 2005.
No.
It's not a tat.
I wonder what it is.
It's burned right into my skin.
What the Fae? Gloria, whenever you feel guilty, just remember how it felt every time Alberto slept with your sister.
You remember that.
No.
Look, I promised.
I'm not going to let him hurt you ever again.
Okay.
Deposition's in two days.
I'll see you then.
Take it easy.
Gloria getting cold feet? Well, she's still gonna testify that her boyfriend authorized the hit on Capalucci.
Mister Alberto Rose is going to have to find himself a new plaything on the inside.
I must admit, you could talk a nun into a three-way.
Ah, the Crusades.
Good times.
I just wish you wouldn't flaunt your skills in front of Bo.
Excuse me? Come on, she's my friend too, you know, and I want all of us to hang sometimes without the awkwardness.
So, what, you want me to pretend that I'm not seeing other women? Let her think she's still got a shot? It's called subtlety.
I prefer honesty.
Honestly, you're a pig.
You even smell like one.
Ooh, some women are immune to the wolf.
Wow.
Yeah.
- That hurt? - It itches.
[TRICK] Definitely not a tattoo.
Definitely mystical.
Well, my face would love to hear your theories, once you're done consulting my butt.
No need to feel self-conscious.
Just think of me as a doctor.
A centuries-old, bartending butt doctor? Almost like a letter, right? Y'all have some secret Fae alphabet we don't know about? You should see our Fae Sesame Street.
Don't tease, that would be awesome.
But you're right.
It's an initial.
A signature of some kind.
So, Bo, what have you been up to lately, Fae-wise? Mostly just trying to stay off Lachlan's radar.
Ugh! Have you dined with any herbalists? Met with any Mer-folk? Qu'est-ce que huh? Have you communed with any particularly unusual Fae? Ah, hold up.
Are you saying Bo might have a Fae S.
T.
D? - A what? - Only if she's been sleeping with Baba Yaga.
Baba Yaga? Tell me you didn't invoke her.
Baba Yaga? The Baba Yaga that you were talking about last night? That was just talk, right? Baba Yaga is real? And she's marked Bo as her own.
Oh, Kenzi, what did you do? Okay.
So, a couple hookers spit at you.
A couple! Try five, man.
Okay, five.
Alright.
Let me help you out there Oh, damn, here comes six Oh! Calm down.
Careful, I might enjoy this.
Ah, thank god.
I've been waiting an hour to talk to someone about that street racing in my neighbourhood.
Ma'am, I will get an officer to deal with that, just please wait All of you think you own the road just 'cause you have a ***! She must have been drunk.
No! There was no alcohol on her breath.
And she didn't freak out until I got in the room.
That's why the Unis arrested her.
She'll undergo a psych evaluation.
Get this man, everywhere I go today, women are freakin' out on me.
Well, now you're among friends.
And I need a pint.
Where the hell is Trick? Oh, there's your girl.
Audrey, babe, can I get a pint What you can do is kiss my black ***.
- Sorry? - Sorry won't stop you from breaking my heart.
I see the way you look at other women! There must be some sort of misunderstanding This is for womankind! - And this is for me! - Whoa! Hey, alright.
Ha! Yeah.
- [AUDREY] Get off me! - [HALE] Waitress - [AUDREY] Leave me alone! - [HALE] Yeah.
When I found out about the Fae, I knew that had to mean that Sasquatch and the Loch Ness Monster and Little Miss Piggy all existed, but Baba Yaga can't.
Okay? She can't! Kenzi, fess up! Why did you sic Baba Yaga on me? I didn't! I wouldn't! I- I can't remember what I did! The mark on my back, the shattered mirror? It all makes sense.
It doesn't make any sense! Okay, okay.
The last thing I remember, we were we were *** about him.
- What? - I'm gonna kill you! [DYSON] Come on.
Jeez! Shazzbot.
Just chill! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey! Hey! Hey! There ya go.
I want to kill him.
I've been there, sister.
- I want to kill him.
- Fine.
- I want to kill him.
- Yeah, okay.
I got this.
Yeah, I got this.
Yeah, walk away.
Bo, what the hell is going on? Dyson, that mark.
We've been cursed.
Cursed? By Kenzi.
Ta da.
That hurt? Nah, it tickles.
Okay, I get it.
You're pissed.
No, I understand, you hate me right now, but you put a curse on me? - What, are you fourteen? - Again, it wasn't me! It was Baba Yaga via Kenzi! Who does whatever she thinks you want her to do! - Hey, not fair, man.
- Hey, not fair, man.
You know, why would I want to even bother to put a curse on you? As far as I'm concerned, you and I are done.
Apparently not.
I knew you were sensitive.
I didn't think you were obsessive.
Wow, you really are hateable right now.
This is just great, Kenzi.
Thank you so much.
So, what's the deal with this Baba Yaga chick, anyway? She's a hideous witch who helps young Slavic women take revenge on the men who've wronged her.
And she feasts on girls who don't behave, or so moms used to tell me.
And she's supposed to be a myth.
When are you gonna stop messing with things you don't understand? You're so bloody human! Kenzi must have invoked the curse on Dyson.
A curse that makes all women despise him, in Bo's name.
Hence, the shared mark on both your skin.
I didn't ask for this.
But on some level, you wanted it.
Baba Yaga only grants pleas when there's an intense emotional connection between the wounded party and her target.
Trick.
Trick, you gotta help us.
Out of the question.
Baba Yaga dwells in her own realm.
A place other Fae can't interfere with, let alone enter.
Even if I could, I can't.
That witch is One serious slice of harsh? You have no idea.
So, what am I supposed to do? You're gonna fix it.
Now! You back off, or I will drop kick you into a women's studies conference.
Okay.
I did it.
I'll fix it.
[HALE] How you gonna do that? About Dyson back there, he didn't really mean it.
Of course he did.
And drunk or not, so did I when I cursed him.
You know, when Dyson left you, it wasn't just your heart he broke.
Well, he still doesn't deserve this.
Neither do I.
Having to visit Aunt Ludmila? What, like your aunt-aunt? Yep-yep.
Wow, it's just you never really talk about your family very much.
Chiquita, you're about to see why.
The good news is your ancestors are looking out for you.
I see love! Ooh, riches! This from a woman who lives in a trailer.
Take number please.
You want to be rich man? You must inhabit body of rich man.
Hmm? You act cheap, you die cheap.
Oh, if you insist.
May your stars align until next time! And you know better than to interrupt me when I am with client.
And you haven't called in two months! And get over here so I can give you great big hug! You too, Kenzi-friend! - Come, come! - Great.
Yeah, this is torture.
Kenzi, our youngest cousin.
So beloved! So cute! To think you were once more wee.
But such an imagination.
Always with the crying and the hiding.
And the bed-wetting.
Yeah, well, my stepdad taught me that real life is scarier than any fairytale, so.
He was a bit strict.
A bit? He would lock me in the closet if I laughed too loud.
So, I know you don't visit from kindness of your heart.
What do you need? Fake passport? Place to hide, what? We need to reverse a Baba Yaga curse.
Is April Fool joke, no? Here's hoping Dyson sees it that way.
Why the hell did they move this deposition up? It wasn't supposed to be 'til tomorrow.
She's probably just nervous.
I can't handle any more psycho chicks today.
Dyson! You're here.
Hey, Gloria.
I gotta lay low, alright? Wait until Kenzi and Bo remove this curse.
Organized Crime put in over 800 man-hours on this case, got nothing.
Then we cracked it.
So, you gotta be there.
Have you not noticed how chicks are responding to me today? She loves you.
And she's our only chance to nail the Rose family.
You got my back, right? Try to stay downwind.
Girls.
There is no Baba Yaga.
Like there is no Santa Claus or an honest Ukrainian.
My charming fam, also a wee bit racist.
You know what else isn't supposed to exist? Succubi.
Okay, making out with my peeps to prove a point? Totally gross.
What demon are you? She's a lamb chop compared to the hag in the mirror.
Okay, show her.
Blya.
I know how to summon the Baba in theory.
Well, it's time to put that theory to the test.
Ah, Miss Chanel.
Just going to clarify a couple of things before we begin taping.
You're willing to go on record as Alberto's girlfriend? I guess.
- Okay.
- I mean, Detective Dyson told me I should.
Good.
Great.
And you'll testify that your ex-boyfriend ordered the hit on the boss of the Rose family? He did a lot of terrible things.
Guys do.
Oh, ***.
- Would you want some coffee? - Isn't that just like a man? To tell you that he'll protect you and then show up late for your deposition.
And abandon you.
Dyson! - [HALE] Whoa! - You son of a ***! I'll kill you! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Get back here! - Get out of here! - Dyson! Get back here right now! I am ready to summon Baba Yaga.
What's that? It protects the wearer from a witch.
Where's ours? I only have the one, moving on.
Oh, lordy.
Oh sweet, sweet Susan.
I'm so scared, I can't even swear right now.
I think I might vom.
It is an old lady in a mirror.
No.
Baba Yaga is-is a monster that haunted my childhood nightmares.
- Did I mention the vom? - You're scared, I'm scared, so we'll be scared together.
Okay? Like always.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Mee vizev-ay-em te-beh-ah ve-eed-mah ***-oh-ov Mee vizev-ay-em te-beh-ah ve-eed-mah ***-oh-ov.
[Russian] Then you best be wearing diaper.
Mee vizev-ay-em te-beh-ah ve-eed-mah ***-oh-ov Mee vizev-ay-em te-beh-ah ve-eed-mah ***-oh-ov.
- Kenzi? - Hush, demon.
We need her in trance.
Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga I seek vengeance in Bo's name on the one called Dyson.
And I made good on that plea.
Baba Yaga? Yeah, hi.
The curse on Dyson was invoked in my name, but not with my permission and I want it gone.
I can remove the affliction.
Great.
In exchange for the succubus in whose name it was made.
What? Ludmila! Ludmila! Bo! Bo! No! No! I'm the one that invoked the curse - and I'm the one that should pay.
- [LUDMILA] Kenzi, no! I was hoping you'd say that.
I have no need for a succubus.
But a nubile young girl that I can devour! Kenzi?! Kenzi?! Bo? Aunt Ludmila? Baba Yaga? Miss Yaga? Oh, god.
Oh, bone collection on display.
Oh, scary Russian farm tools.
They're all skeleton chic.
Bo! Bo, can you hear me? Don't be scared.
You are not alone.
Who are you? We came through mirror.
Like you, we are hers.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, no way-sies.
We got to get outta here.
Before she gets back.
No! Ah, there's got to be a way out! Better see to your chores.
Chores? Yes, insane Martha Stewart, that is definitely what we should be worrying about.
- Baba Yaga could be - Don't say her name.
You really don't want to draw attention to yourself in this place.
C'mon.
Help us prepare to the feast.
Bo, I don't know where I am.
So, how will you? Ludmila! Ludmila, wake up! We have to get Kenzi back from Baba Yaga.
Sweetie, it's not possible.
You have to send me through that mirror! - It's broken.
- So, we get a new one.
It's not so simple.
Okay.
Okay.
- Oh, what have I done? - Oh god.
Baba Yaga doesn't live in our world and she has very specific rules of who she invites into hers.
Well, I generally don't give a rat's *** about rules.
Some Fae are so territorial, they don't let other Fae cross their boundaries.
Dyson, this thing took Kenzi! Stupid, stubborn, human Kenzi.
And if you don't help me get her back, I am going to make this curse look like a teddy bear's picnic.
Of course I'm gonna help.
I'm still me.
Yeah, sometimes I wonder.
Baba Yaga isn't going to kill Kenzi.
Not right away, at least.
She's gonna want to fatten her up first.
Lucky for us, that could take a while.
- Well, that's hardly comforting.
- Well, it's what we've got.
Trick, we've gotta move on this! I can't help you.
But there is another way.
It's just really dangerous, Bo.
It's Kenzi.
Then you'd better learn to love the taste of crow.
Come on.
So, when do we all get to go home? Where is you know who, anyway? Mama said the witch stalks the underworld, making sure the souls of the dead are not reborn.
Okay.
Yeah, someone should really tell B.
Y.
That these things come in frozen french fry form.
What good Russian girl doesn't know how to peel a potato? If I was good, I wouldn't be here.
Hi, I'm Elena.
Kenzi.
Love your top, it's super groovy.
So, who was yours? The boy you cursed? He wasn't so much a boy as a ***, hairy headcase.
And he wasn't mine.
Sam wasn't mine either.
He ditched me for my best friend, which is why I put a curse on him.
He almost died.
I'm sorry.
I was too, which is why I begged her to lift the curse.
Which she did in exchange for my life-Iong servitude.
But you look so young.
And your clothes, Fiddler on the Roof reject over there, how long have you guys been here for? Long enough to have seen some terrible things.
You think it's gonna get easier.
But it never does.
Hey, what's back there? It's off-limits.
Agh! - Holy potato! What the crap is that? - It's the Domovoi.
A guard thing.
What exactly is he guarding? That's all there is to tell, Lachlan.
I mean Ash.
The Ash.
I was thinking about brightening up this place, take away the gloom.
What do you think? Get rid of the throne, yes or no? - Please.
- I still don't quite understand the urgency.
Baba Yaga has your human.
So, what? Her name is Kenzi.
If someone snatched my pet, I'd just go and get another one.
Mind you, I am growing fond of my human doctor.
And her name is Lauren, you ***.
- Bo.
- No! Can you help me or not? It's tricky, but yeah, there is a shortcut.
I can sneak you into Baba Yaga's cottage.
But the real question is why would I do that? [BO] Because I've reconsidered your proposition to freelance for you and the Light.
As long as I can get Kenzi home alive.
I hoped you'd come around.
And to think all it took was some persuasion from the Russian hag.
Remind me to send Babs a fruit basket.
Wait there.
You'll get what you need.
Oh, and if you make it through this, we could talk about the terms of our arrangement.
If? It all depends on how long you can hold your breath.
Elena, why are we just sitting here? We should be trying to escape.
Shh! It is time for the feast.
I'm hungry and everything, but a feast? Here? God, this is insane.
This meal is not for us.
We make do with slop.
Delicious slop? Quiet! She's back.
What's with the sack? Whoever picks the black marble leaves.
You mean a chance to get outta here? What's going on? What's going on? Elena? She's not leaving-leaving, is she? Just be thankful it's not you.
Elena, don't do this! You can fight! It's okay.
Really.
I'm so tired.
No.
At least now I'll be free.
You dare to look at me, girl.
Let me show you how I treat my pets.
Domovoi, come.
Domovoi, here.
Get it, it's good.
It's good.
Come on.
Like I would feed such an ungrateful creature as you! That bite you gave me last week still throbs.
You will find time moves very slowly here, girl.
Now, clean up this Elena.
If I'm gonna do the time, then why not the crime? Oh! Something bit me! I have already forgotten your name.
But from this, I will call you Dessert.
My, my.
Look who slithered back into my pipes.
I thought this curse was over.
Look, nymph, you just think you hate me.
I'm under a curse.
Oh, what, the curse of not calling me back? Tulliver's New Year's Eve party? You, me, hot tub? Chloe, I apologize.
- Are you his latest? - Another former.
Well, you dodged a bullet there, honey.
Or something that requires ointment.
What is this about a curse? My friend has been taken by Baba Yaga, and I need your help to enter her world.
I don't assist on suicide missions.
Even under official orders? I was just joking.
I swear! Haven't you ever played a rousing game of Frying Pan to the Head? Bony! I'll put you in a pie.
Quiet, you beast! Talk about ironic.
You're about to eat one of the best animal trainers in town.
Do you take me for a fool, Dessert? Why else would the succubus keep a dirty human like me around? You should see what I did with her Corgi.
And house beastie etiquette is my specialty.
Give me one week with your Domovoi and I guarantee he will never growl or bite ever again.
Considering you already have a door with teeth You have two hours.
Perf.
But I'm gonna need a few things a switch from a willow tree, a bell from a highland cow, and bones from a goat born on a Sunday.
When I return with these items, it will be done, or else.
Pie à la me.
You got it.
No worries.
I will turn your Cujo into a Benji.
Oh my god.
So, that happened.
I've heard about you.
Your powers won't help.
You won't survive that trip to Baba Yaga's realm.
I think you underestimate how determined Bo can be.
I'm going after Baba Yaga, or I'll die trying.
I even have an official decree from the Ash.
Of course, if you're willing to defy him, that is up to you.
Oh, what the hey.
It'll be a nice change from cleaning out the drains around this place.
So, how does this work? Mirrors and water sources are portals to the witch's realm.
I'm a gatekeeper to the local water portals.
Great, so where do we do this, huh? A lap pool, obnoxious fountain? Easy there, Little Mermaid.
The process of crossing over can be pretty gruesome.
We better find a more private portal.
Are you crazy? The witch will know things have been disturbed and then we will all be punished.
You know what? Mind your own ***.
Okay, not one of you lifted a finger when Baba was eating Elena.
Neither did you.
Well, I guess we've confirmed it's every girl for herself.
Oh, I'm really more of a cat person.
Here, boy.
I'm sorry, Elena.
Who's a good Domovoi? Who's a good Kenzi? Mirror, mirror on the wall, time to bust this ***'s balls.
Take me home.
Home! Home! Take me home! Home! Any of you know how to make this thing work? Bo! [BO] You trying to give me hypothermia? It will help slow your heart rate.
You have to be unconscious to enter Baba Yaga's realm.
And here I was worried I might catch the sniffles.
It's impossible to keep oneself under water, to will the water into your lungs.
Which is why someone is going to have to hold you under.
I'm going to be using all my strength to hold this portal open.
No matter what's gone down between us, I trust you.
Absolutely.
It's kind of my curse.
I'll give you as much time on the other side as I can.
When I was six, I almost drowned in Lake Miniwappo.
This won't be fun.
Come on, Bo.
Let go.
Lake Miniwappo.
[KENZI] Bo! Bo! Oh my god, you came! Hi! This place is like Hansel and Gretel meets Hannibal Lector.
- Seriously, I missed you so much.
- Buckle up, we're leaving.
Wait! But there's a Fae beastman and the front door has teeth Who dares enter my world uninvited? Don't worry, I brought a house-warming gift.
You're in my world now, succubus.
And you're here without my permission.
So, your powers are null.
[KENZI] Bo! No.
Bo, wake up! Son of a Baba, that *** is strong! What happened? Where's Kenzi? Put me back.
No.
You can't deprive your body of oxygen like that.
Even Fae need to breath.
And there's no guarantee that we can revive you.
I've lost you.
I've probably lost Lauren.
I will not lose Kenzi! Go.
Go.
Go! [KENZI] Bo, she's coming back, okay? If the succubus is that interested in staying, I can accommodate that.
Say, in a nice rose sauce? I'm more of a marinara girl.
Get out of here, Kenzi.
And how do you think she's going to do that? With this.
The mirror! That is mine.
Oh, it doesn't seem to be working! Stop! You'll break it.
You'll destroy the only way you have of getting home.
Oh, and the direct route to your food supply, huh? We make a covenant? You and the succubus can go back.
I get to keep the mirror.
Just look in that mirror and picture home.
What about the others? These girls, they are from different times, different places.
They cannot all go back.
Like hell they can't! Ahh! No! Oh, no! Take this and think of home.
No.
No.
No! Take this, think of home.
But it's the last piece.
That's my best friend, I won't leave without her.
Go.
Thank you.
You! Bo? Bo, get up! If you hold her under much longer, you're gonna hurt her.
If I pull her out too soon, she's gonna hurt me.
Dyson, she's dying.
You! I remember your name.
I used to watch you as a little girl.
Kenzi.
Come on, Bo.
No pulse! Ah! You were petrified of me.
But there was someone who scared you even more.
Your stepfather.
I said be quiet! I used to watch you in the mirror.
You would call my name once twice.
And I'd be waiting in the shadows.
Oh, and you never had the guts to call me the third time! To actually summon me to destroy the man who was making your life miserable.
Well, I'm not that scared girl anymore.
Thanks to her.
Considering how big you've grown, it's almost a shame I'm going to eat you.
You must pay for what you have done! I told you I was good with pets.
[CHLOE] Dyson, stop.
She's not coming back.
- Oh my god.
I'm in the tub.
- [DYSON] Come on, Bo! - Oh my god, Bo! - She wouldn't leave without you.
Bo.
- Hi.
- Hi.
From now on, I'm stickin' to showers.
Good idea.
Thank you.
Your testimony is going to make it possible for us to put away Alberto Rose for a long time.
And by the way, help me keep my job.
And in return, you promise that you'll keep me safe.
I will personally drop you off to your witness protection.
Is this because I got a little temperamental with you yesterday? Just saying good-bye.
Doing my job.
Dyson, do you always have to be such a heartbreaker? Another shot? Chased by a delicious pickle, of course.
I can't believe you're up for more drinking.
I always drink after a barbeque.
Well, I'm glad to see you so happy.
But the next time you're not, no more invocations! I hereby pinky swear.
Mostly because they're expensive.
Aunt Ludmila's invoice.
Yeah, so much for the family discount.
Three hundred bucks? Speaking of family, your stepfather? He didn't hurt me-hurt me or anything.
And whatever, it was a long time ago.
So, you faced your greatest fear and lived to tell the tale.
Ain't no thing but a chicken wing.
Only really got scared when I thought I wouldn't see you again.
Oh, Kenzi, I would never give up on you.
I know.
Now promise me you won't give up on yourself.
In Russian, we have this saying, "Do dna!" To the bottom.
Of the glass, yes.
But also, you can fight, Bo.
Fight for Dyson.
Fight for Lauren.
Fight for what makes you happy.
To the bottom.
To my bestie.
May the only thing she ever sees in the mirror be her own beautiful reflection.
Da! 'Cause that girl is smokin'.
- Oh, yes she is! - So smokin'.
No, seriously.
Like, on a scale of, like, one to ten [BO] What? You're a ten? [Inaudible]