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rebecca: Barlow... your hair!
barlow: Don't say it.
rebecca: Is this some sort of rebellious phase you're going through?
barlow: NO!
barlow: Someone dyed my hair... without my permission.
rebecca: You know what I think? I think it's that curse you got from breaking that chickaree.
barlow: No, I'm sure there's a logical, scientific explanation.
rebecca: Oh, surely... but that's the way that curses work. The effects don't always defy explanation, just the frequency of effects.
rebecca: One or two bad things happening is just bad luck... but when strange things keep happening to you, it might be a curse.
barlow: What can you tell me about this curse?
rebecca: I'm not really an expert on curses, but I know how to spot them.
rebecca: Yes... yes, you're definitely cursed.
barlow: Go on...
rebecca: What do you want to know?
barlow: How can you tell that I'm cursed?
rebecca: If there's one thing I'm good at, it's noticing things about people that are hard to distinguish.
rebecca: I can tell from almost unperceivable signs that you're carrying a curse.
crystal: Yeah, and the purple hair is a dead giveaway, too.
barlow: Is the curse deadly?
rebecca: Well, there's two types of curses...
rebecca: There are curses that kill you right off immediately...
rebecca: ....and there are curses that string you along for a while and THEN kill you.
barlow: You mean it's going to kill me?!
rebecca: Probably.
barlow: What is your experience with curses?
rebecca: My experience? Nothing first-hand, I'm afraid.
rebecca: In fact, everything I know about curses I got from a brochure... One of those "So now you're cursed. What to expect" kind of brochures you pick up in a doctor's waiting room.
barlow: I don't know what kind of waiting room you're thinking of.
barlow: Alright, help me break this curse.
rebecca: Barlow, I don't know if I can.
barlow: You're the witch here. You're supposed to be good with this sort of stuff.
rebecca: I know, but I think this goes beyond even my abilities.
barlow: How long do I have left?
rebecca: Who can tell? It might kill you tomorrow, or eighty years from now.
barlow: Eighty years? I could die of natural causes before then.
rebecca: Who's to say that dying of natural causes ISN'T part of the curse?
barlow: Alright, now you're just pulling my leg!
rebecca: Of course. Curses are almost never serious.
crystal: Pity.
barlow: When magic won't work, I'll have to resort to science.
rebecca: You think a doctor could help?
barlow: It's worth a shot.
rebecca: Possible, but there's one problem with that. We don't have a doctor in Spider Cliff.
barlow: Ah, but Eliza has had some medical training. She is a botanist, after all.
barlow: I'll see you later.
crystal: You think a botanist can help Barlow?
rebecca: Oh, I don't think there's anything to worry about. Curses like that one are never anything serious. It's just good to let him worry sometimes. Builds character.
alex: Where's Barlow?!
rebecca: He just left. Why?
alex: This is serious!... The curse he picked up... I just read up on it. It's deadly!