Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can I borrow a pencil?
- So, he's got the power. - Zip it.
So you're the new principal. I... expected you to be more... aged.
There was a bee. It flew in my eye.
Hey.
Sorry, my dog... dog... walker.
Come on, you guys. Let's go find a way upstairs.
Why don't we go around the room and introduce ourselves?
Ooh, he'd better run for cover(!)
I may have destroyed Dawn's social life in 30 seconds. Apart from that, no.
It's inside you now, this magic.
Somebody!
- Who's got the power, Dawn? - Well...
Gotta start deadening young minds. It's really nice to meet you. You have fun.
- Got everything? Books, lunch, stakes? - Check thrice.
I don't know...
Possibly the only two students in this school whose files are as thick as yours was.
A soul's slipperier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine?
It's about power.
No deaths. No eviscerations.
No. It's not.
- Listen, Anya. If it was just me... - What do you mean, if it was just you?
Where's my sister?
What did you see? When I found you in the stall.
Is that why you let me die?
You can thank your sister for this.
Right back to the beginning.
- This is a bad time to be a good guy. - What is this, an intervention?
Look at you.
All we want is for you to leave, so we can rest again.
A girl.
Are you OK?
Cheat.
Singing our little songs.