Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm just gonna make sure it's a lock.

BOTH: No. - You're doing great, sweetie.

early on like my cousin.

Your phone's gonna see you in hell.

for obvious reasons.

because I hurt your big mommy feelings?

I'm sure you're too young to even remember.

Let's lock off the bathroom, people.

CHRISSY: "I'm twying."

Slaughterhouse? No.

Uh, thank you, Mayor. MAN: He's a genius.

for parking is obsessed with house rules?

We're entering the lair of the wicked witch

But I don't want you to get hurt.

CHRISSY: What heritage?

And once Chrissy offs her mom, which, by the looks of it,

Clearly, this family can't.

He had no imagination, no cunning, like Buck, the hero.

Oh, I love a buffet.

Wouldn't a more fitting meal for a gross, messy demon

get all those leeches off of her?

"With this Posterum spell, I can go back

And here, we take out the trash.

So you're gonna act like a teen in a John Hughes movie

for your selfish needs? - Oh, no.

You actually tried?

CHRISSY: Sacrifice?

Well, we've all made some great points.

and somehow we keep expecting something different from them.

Okay, Mr. Mephistopheles isn't helping.

They're diseased, rabid, and hate-filled, like you.

from Thunder Bay to Waukesha.

Climb a tree. CHRISSY: Ahh!

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take,

Bring it on, bitch!