Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- OK! - You're unconscionably spiffy.

But, he's new. He doesn't know his strength.

We have a guidance counsellor, but the kids could use someone...

So, how's it looking? Does the place pass inspection?

We got troubled students here, and just enough money to keep it from caving in.

- I was screaming for help when they... - Hello? Not making myself clear.

- Will they always be afraid of me? - Maybe. Can you handle that?

Something's rising. Something older than the Old Ones, and everybody's tail is twitching.

Busy making out with your dead boyfriend while I was ripped to death by a werewolf?

There was a bee. It flew in my eye.

- That was suspicious. - You betcha. Bye.

- It's always real. Let me see. - It's nothing. It's just a scrape.

Possibly the only two students in this school whose files are as thick as yours was.

Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own man. And I respect that.

The school board recommended I read your record.

You put the box near the milk. It was on the Food Channel.

It's about power.

Not about wrong.

It's gonna open.

Manifest spirits controlled by a talisman, raised to seek vengeance.

Guess it runs in the family.

More like a plaid. A kind of a clan tartan of badness, really.

Miss Summers. I didn't know you were still about.

- Got everything? Books, lunch, stakes? - Check thrice.