Bedknobs and Broomsticks; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love The Bomb

Bedknobs and Broomsticks; or, 

How I Learned to Stop Worrying

and Love The Bomb

Miss Price, Witch :

Will you give the address to Paul, please. 

The Professor, Emelius Browne :

How are we going to get there on this bed ? Fly ? 

Miss Price, Witch :

My dear Professor Browne, with your own 

traveling spell; the one you gave 

with the course as a bonus. 

The Professor, Emelius Browne :

My traveling spell ? 

That works, as well ? 

Miss Price, Witch :

Just give The Address, please. 

8 wynchfield road. 

Bed, take us to 8 wynchfield road. 

The Professor, Emelius Browne :

Madam ... Is this vehicle safe ? 

Miss Price, Witch :

Oh, perfectly safe. A bit theatrical, perhaps, 

but then, most good spells are. 

Well, we're here. 

The Professor, Emelius Browne :

I would never have believed it. 

Miss Price, Witch :

You must have given us the wrong address. 

You don't live here, do you ? 

The Professor, Emelius Browne :

In point of fact, temporarily, at any rate. 

I found the front door open. 

The House was deserted. 

Everyone has left 

the neighbourhood. 

Miss Price, Witch :

Now, why should they do that ? 

The Professor, Emelius Browne :

This probably has something to do with it. 

Miss Price, Witch :

Merciful Heavens !

I'd think you'd be terrified at 

the very idea of Living here. 

The Professor, Emelius Browne :

You'd have thought so, wouldn't you. 

I am by nature, little bit of a coward. 

Then I pondered, as I often do --

In the perverse nature of things, 

this diabolical object is probably

The best friend I've ever had. 

It enables me, for the first time 

in My Life, to live like A King. 

Shall we go in ?