Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Reveal the incantation.
Stop. Unhand me.
-I know 'tis really thee, Thackery. -Die. Die, wretched feline.
-Okay. "The spell for reuniting." -Okay.
Hello, me.
No.
-Uh... unfortunately. -Well, guess what?
(Young Sarah giggles)
Hey. Sandy. No, no. Oh, come on. No, no, no.
GILBERT: Just the thing for a young mystic.
BECCA (whispers): Wasn't there a moon?
I can't believe it worked.
No, no, no!
-They cannot return. -Mm-hm.
(bird caws)
-My favorite word. Thou dost worship us? -Sayeth more.
IZZY: Oh, yeah. I'm starving.
It's on the house.
-Uh, whoa. Wait. Can we talk about this? -No.
-MAN: Whoa, is that serious? -Oh-oh.
That's enough. Mike, Becca, Principal's office. Now.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Can nothing be done?
Head of a lover, witch's butter, Aralia berry juice,
-I got tons of routines. -WOMAN: What am I doing here?
No, it's fine. We don't have anything to talk about.
Let us forget the Reverend and John Pritchett.
Thy worst nightmare. (laughs)
This pathetic thing, this. Look at this.
-SARAH: I think it's the quality... -MARY: They're aged.
BECCA: Hm-mm.
The villagers do not wish to comply.
-We're about to win whatever this is. -All right, put your hands together for...
-I'm not even chasing thee. -Stay back.
Wait, wait. We're not, we're not teenagers.
-WINIFRED: Oh, we are being attacked. -MARY: Got me in my oh, place.
'Tis divine!
Forty?
(laughs)
I've had an awful day, do you know that?
La.
(lightning crackles)
"What is meant to be together, will be now until forever."
He was awake.
Oh.
Oh, Winifred Sanderson.
Actually I think I'm gonna keep it.
One, two, three, four, stay on the beat!
(indistinct chatter)
Discounts, discounts.
Seriously, what's going on?
-What a cruel world. -Whatever this is, I'm in no mood.
-STUDENT: Is he a banana? -A pop quiz.
-Hey. -AMANDA: Take it off.
-(students laughing) -Everyone settle down.
-Allow me a moment to reconsider. -Yes, of course.
WOMAN 3: Teeth of the devil!
(whimsical music continues)
Why?
-What do we do? What do we do? -I don't know.
Incomprehensible.
Wretched villagers. Useless even when bewitched.
(cows moo)
You've literally held a grudge for centuries.
LUCAS: All right.
-(evil laughter) -♪ We were running wild and so reviled ♪
How, how is that?
And then, what, Winnie?
(theme music)
-May I? -Delighted.
Don't worry. We're here to help.
(grunting)
-CROWD: ♪ Go, Glenn. Go, Glenn. Go, go ♪ -(phone buzzing)
We covered the entire thing in tinfoil.
(Mary and Sarah clamoring)
(Sarah and Mary exclaim)
Like, gone, as in, never, ever, ever, ever coming back, right?
Look, I am so sorry I had to trick you, but...
That's... we're just like you guys. That's why we brought you back.
♪ In comma coriyouma ♪
Remember when Cassie would bring, like, 10 flashlights with us?
We... We looked everywhere.
-Just like my old one. -(Mary and Winifred laugh)
Sisters.
What is happening?
It is most frowned upon.
Magic has a way of uniting things that ought to be together.
Are you guys gone a be busy doing witchery?
If thou doth wish to continue in such flagrant
BECCA: How is it...
Let's do this.
-Like... -And now, we shall never die.
That looks scrumptious.
Oh, if only we weren't trapped.
Book!
(all gasp)
Is there something else I can do for you?
The little witch returns with her lackeys. What dost thou want here?
(Young Sarah yelps)
'Tis an apothecary book. Like one of Father's.
♪ But I'm better than you ♪
-MARY: Look at it. -(Sarah squeals)
Hey, you finished your test pretty fast.
I've never been this deep into the woods before.
He's right.
(birds chirping)
What unholy dance art thou doing?
And listen. You have to have one of her caramel apples.
Well, I guess I will take Book back, you know, to the shop.
-♪ I'm down there ♪ -Yeah.
-...juice of an Aralia berry... -MARY: Berry.
Oh, what fun we had.
-Well, Susan loves an event. -Yes, she really does.
CASSIE: No! Let go!
YOUNG MARY: Now we'll be together forever.
Please, please, please, please.
"Beware the Power Spell for it is most dangerous.
Look out!
BECCA: Oh, me too.
Now, wait here while I go to find that wretched Traske.
MARY: Oh.
Oh, you said "hourglass" with an "H". Yes, that I do have, actually.
MARY: I, myself, am suddenly powerful.
What's up?
Ooh. Hello, me. Hello, me.
BECCA: Why would you do this?
-Thou must have faith. -No!
Yeah, I think I misheard you when you said it before,
All right, let’s try something else. Uh, from the top. Ready. One, two, three.
Hello, Billy.
Atone for thy disgusting words and agree to marry John Pritchett.