Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and our children's children's children

You got a black cloud over your head.

Haiti Lady's not a man.

Oh, yeah, I called you a witch under my breath.

Why ain't his grapes all dry and wrinkly?

and clearly that don't work either.

Hey, put that down.

You heard the boy. Damn it!

Well, actually, it's electrical tape.

First of all, my name isn't Haiti Lady.

Muriel, you come to bed right now!

I'm good with a hoe.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

I'm beginning to think Haiti Lady really did curse you.

You anger the spirits with your mockery.

NARRATOR: Once upon a time in the projects...

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Ha! Now you all have to eat them!

All right, I'm hexing all your vegetables!

Uh, we could burn it.

so I don't have to see nice people like you pass away.

Mambo! (WHISPERING) Later.

(STAMMERING) My wine!

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! What kind of blessing was that?

At least I'm planting something.

I'm sure Haiti Lady has a good explanation.

Yep, it's definitely cursed.

I command you now!

burning some garbage with the Rasta Man.