Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, sure. So, first he gave me roses that didn't smell like anything.

-Absurd. You can't own magic. -Yeah, you can't own magic.

He's now performing cheap human tricks

What's your first date gonna be? Webinar?

Do the thing. Do the thing. Do it, do it, do it.

(CHANTING "OM")

-(PHONE CHIMES) -Oh, shit.

The demon, I think his name is Jake.

Nice to see you again, Wong. How can I help you?

I'm gonna show you my high school dance routine right now.

-What a specimen. -Did you just call me a specimen?

Okay. It's okay. Donny Blaze will handle this.

I just started at a firm downtown, GLK and H. Have you heard of it?

-Oof. Hetero life is grim. -Nikki, you're not helping.

-(PHONE CHIMES) -This is Alan. She's, like a six, maybe.

Stop throwing smoke bombs.

I have a big night, lots of plans due to successful swiping. Gotta go. Bye.

Practicing the Mystic Arts without proper training not only endangers people,

-I made breakfast. -Yeah, I'm gonna go.

Wong? Yes, we do, Your Honor.

No. No one is proving anything.

So, consider this an official warning to cease all practices of the Mystic Arts.

-Oh, okay. -Oh, my God. Are you swiping?

-(SCREAMS) -(THUDS)

I was a prosecutor long enough to know that they're not gonna catch these guys.

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."