Sabrina, the Teenage Witch1996

Libby Chessler:
[Sabrina enters the bathroom, Libby, at the mirror, turns round to face her] May we help you?

Sabrina:
I just wanted to wash my hands. You know, frog juice.

Libby Chessler:
Hmm.

[makes room]

Libby Chessler:
You know... if you stink, I'm not sure it's fair to blame the frog.

Sabrina:
Well, at least I don't splash on aftershave to remind me of some boy who dumped me last summer.

Libby Chessler:
How'd you know that?

Sabrina:
[wonders herself, turns] I... I... I don't know, my incredible sense of smell told me?

[wonders]

Libby Chessler:
Huh. Yeah, right.

Sabrina:
Well, I better get going. Smell ya later!

Libby Chessler:
Wait... Don't come in here again. From now on, you use the freaks' bathroom. [turns to face mirror again]

[Sabrina gestures at Libby, which enacts a spell and makes Libby's hand cover her face in lipstick]