Willow: I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings. Do you see any goats around? No, because I sacrificed them.
Sheila: Willow, please.
Willow: All bow before Satan!
Sheila: I'm not listening to this.
Willow: Prince of Night, I summon you. Come fill me with your black, naughty evil.
Sheila: That's enough! Is that clear? Now, you will go to your room and stay there until I say otherwise. And, we're gonna make some changes. I don't want you hanging out with those friends of yours. It's clear where this little obsession came from. You will not speak to Bunny Summers again.
