Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dad, I... I've thought about it, and...

I believe the damage Edward Spellman wrought to the Church of Night

You worry too much, Dad.

Uh, it's... it's just one of many

- [girl mutters] - [laughter]

You're gonna be fine.

A few months? I don't know, why?

In service to me.

wouldn't survive now...

[shop bell jingles]

[Harvey] Oh. [sighs]

- Weren't we, Nick? - Relax, Agatha.

Only, this time, it was for me. And I let him do it. I took it.

You keep saying that. Bring me down now.

[echoing laughter]

[thunder rolling]

I can be trusted, Father.

For my next trick, I'll need the help of an even braver young lady.

- I'm so happy for you, Roz. - [laughs]

I'm sorry about my dad.

- [laughter] - I can fix this. Just trust me.

What's on your mind, Spellman?

[thunder crashes]

My dear Ms. Night,

So, have a nice little bite down on that.

You what? Spit it out, Brother.

Ah! Sabrina Spellman.

You look like a boy with a burning question.

In case someone makes a nuisance of themselves.

Oh, but you do.

No, not only Sabrina's friends.

I can't... I don't like this.

Uh, try the office, Auntie Zee.

You tell fortunes?

Good hunting, my young friend.

- Tell you what? - Don't even try it, Kinkle.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I know, because I've seen it, too.

No, I didn't tell them. They are telepathic, remember.

It's about young Lucas.

The Academy talent show.

Witches are into free love and multiple partners.

A loyal soldier in an unholy war.

Radices interficiam