"David, hold still, there's a bug in your hair, this is a perfect opportunity!"

"I don't know why it's there, Frida, and frankly, every time you've tried to solve one of my problems with witch magic, it's taken a lot more time to undo the results than to cast the spell!"

Frida drew herself up to her full height and snarled, "I've read all the footnotes this time, David, so let me figure out who cursed your ancestors so that you always end up with a bug on your head!"