mr. revere? why... that's me. "paul revere, "american patriot, whose perilous midnight ride "brought warning to embattled farmers "and fused these lovers of liberty into an emerging nation." [ bell tolling ] and the old north church. after one if by land, two if by sea. aye. that was the signal, all right. i can't get over it. a comely miss like you, a witch? well, we're not all hags, you know. [ ding! ] how strange. n-not really. it just means that esmeralda's spell is working. no, no, no. this teapot -- i made it. it has endured all these years. i-i beg your pardon, mr. revere, but it's a reproduction. you see, it doesn't bear your mark. but of course not, and you'll read no mark at all. this is the teapot i was working on the night i was called to ride. i couldn't expect my country to while i put my mark on a teapot. in the days that followed, there was much confusion. somehow, it disappeared. here. allow me. for you, dear lady. oh, thank you, mr. revere. you may call me paul. well, y-you'll be leaving any momen