Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Nick] Uh... Sabrina?

Sabrina, I think you might be right

I'll be in shortly.

I... I am... so very tired.

[gasping] Zelda?

Ambrose Spellman is innocent!

I'm going to kill Father Blackwood.

[thunder clapping]

for his and my mother's murder.

And so, we must turn our thoughts to gladder subjects.

- Aunties, what's happened? - Search the house! Turn it upside down!

I mean, most witches never even get to meet the Anti-Pope.

Literally. Literally.

I told you, I'm going to speak to Faustus about lifting your excommunication.

I... I would assume nothing less, my love.

Okay? We retrieved your father's manifesto from the bottom of the ocean

in the Church of Night just as their Father rules over Hell.

- [meows] - [bubbling]

To that end, we cannot risk that His Unholiness

Are you sure about that?

Witches, warlocks, let us mourn Enoch of Antioch,

Yes, I am well aware of how vast the ocean is, thank you.

Patricide, Prudence?

He brought down the plane that killed your mother and I.

but I thought you wanted us to get married.

Who said anything about sleeping?

Sister, please.

Oh, dear Satan.

Aren't you going to introduce me, Father?

It's been rumbling all night, sorry.

- Huh? Uh... - [gurgling]

I mean, putting aside the fact that you clearly don't love Father Blackwood...

I read an early draft.

Do you really think the Dark Lord's gonna visit? [chuckles]

Never mind her now.

Tomorrow will be all the more challenging.

That's... That's longer than Houdini, even.

To reveal Claudius as the villain,

will you attend me?

What piece does the Anti-Pope play?

and gives nothing in return.

And by the morning, who knows?

You forget yourself, my dear. A wife walks behind her husband.

What can we do for you, Sabrina?

[gasps] Lanucae magicae!

- And Brother Barker? - Ah.