The Mirror Of Youth


 * Tara: Who are you? What are you doing here?


 * Manitou: Isabella, is that you?
 * Tara: You know her?
 * Manitou: Of course I do. She's your grandmother.
 * Tara: What?
 * Young Isabella: Excuse me. Did that flea bag just call me a grandmother?


 * Manitou: Oh. It's a long story.


 * Manitou: Tara follow me we must get in our hands on the mirror.
 * Young Isabella: What are you planning to do in my room?


 * Manager: Hey, you! What are you think you're doing?