Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not the devil, Ambrose, a demon!
That's why...
Aunt Zelda, wake up!
I'm sick to death of being the put upon one.
I won't hurt you, kitty cat.
and then plagued us with horrific nightmares.
Our Dark Lord's Satanic Bible.
will you marry me?
And him.
Sabrina?
Sabrina, what are you doing?
You think those spiders can save you?
I know it's here somewhere. Aunt Hilda uses it when she can't sleep.
Saucy.
Somebody please help me! Help!
Or, perhaps, he never imagined that anyone would be canny enough
Harvey... I'm a witch.
Are you in agony?
Brother Ambrose, is, as of this moment, broken.
Aunt Hilda, this is a dream.
I'm finally free.
He loves me.
It will be you, I think, that breaks first.
This is nice!
- You're dreaming this. - I am?
Silly demon. I'm distracting you while my cousin escapes.
Rejected, tortured, by the mortals you so love.
No!
Run as fast as your legs will carry you.
You... You're lost, then?
Sabrina Spellman...
Dr. Cerberus's bookstore.
is banishment.
Why...
Aunt Hilda.
Ooh, my familiars can help.
She's gone.
You left me to rot inside the Configuration.
Sorry. It's just it's rather good.