Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

Are you dropping out of high school, Cousin?

Add the wrong ingredient, with the wrong phraseology,

But, guys, when the time comes,

- Dismissed. - [cheering and applause]

[both] We command you to speak your names aloud.

she is renowned for stealing men's hearts... and heads.

[intense fluttering]

The last of the three.

There, there, you cherubic little devil.

♪ Something bad if I got you there ♪

Now out of my office, the pack of you.

- [all] Yeah! - [cheering]

Indeed. And I will personally seal the desecrated church

Sister Zelda, you are a hellsend.

Time to blow the cobwebs away.

- How many boys are you competing against? - Just one.

Put your hands up!

[note trails off]

and I think your boyfriend or one of his warlock buddies was behind it.

[all] The half-witch must not ascend!

Uhh... Your other friends?

That is correct.

It states clearly in Baxter High's Rules and Regulations

on the flesh of a bastard witch.

I mean, what about your... your mortal friends, my love?

- [baby coos] - What did you do?

Yeah, he's been doing good. Better since the magic eggnog.

the shared body of infernal knowledge that unites our faith and our craft.

[students murmuring and laughing]

swallow that wad in your mouth, Billy.

Pons meum aer fiat. Ad illuc hoc ducunt oculi mei.

- But it does. - Hm?

What kind of sick joke is this?

♪ I try to see you But I can't seem to win ♪

- Here you are. - I think I'm gonna puke again.

- Died? - 1536.

After all, she's four-foot nothin', she can't dribble,

Pish-tush, you couldn't go even if you were invited, Sabrina.

No. No matter what they throw at me.

[whooping and cheering]

I bumped into them, you know.

Private business for Father Blackwood.

Born. 1501. Born 1501.

Maybe that's what they meant.

having a rebound crush?

Why don't you go and show them some support? Especially Susie.