Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, dear Lucifer, the Anti-Pope is dead, and I don't remember how or why or who!

This wedding will be the re-making of the Spellman family.

You've always been dedicated to your students, Mary.

I did. Not good news.

What an honor the Dark Lord has bestowed on us.

Blackwood inducted me into a... a club. A secret society.

He's probably reading it right now.

I knew your father.

- You're 16, what do you know about love? - But you don't even trust him.

You're all right, Ambrose.

I was just helping one of my students.

You, Faustus Blackwood, are a fraud.

I will retire to my chambers and consider both doctrines.

The one thing I am sure about, Sabrina,

The Spellmans are in my thrall and at my mercy.

Wait, you're not going through with the wedding, are you?

- Luke. - Luke?

Will you read my father's words?

Oh, I thought I heard you talking to someone.

She loosened my grave and told me so.

Sister Zelda, did you speak with my father?

It pleases me greatly.

And feel free to invite him to the wedding. [chuckles]

so all witches must be revered as the matriarchs of the Church of Night."

Not a step closer, boys.

Enough talk of death.

disrespect our ceremonies and traditions as you do.

and sort our differences once and for all.

"Fourth. Magic is the Dark Lord's gift to witches.

Zelda, stop it.

- with malicious intent, no doubt. - Ooh.

Faustus, I have a request.

Yes, it would appear so, wouldn't it?

If you go through with this wedding,

and I found a copy of his manifesto that he was planning to give you.

[Zelda] Faustus!

Are we resurrecting him?

and will spend the night before my wedding at the Academy, in the residence.

- [knife swipes] - [blood trickles]

Every warlock I've known to get close to Blackwood winds up dead.

For all that is unholy.

Shirley's a nag.

But I told you before,