Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

maybe you should join a club at school.
LAURA: Satan? You idiot.
MR. LALISH: You little motherfucker!
The Ground Round.
BENNIGAN: I feel a little like Beyoncé,
- [sighs]
and begin Maximus Dawnus on our own.
BENNIGAN: A good friend of your daughter's,
The mayor's trying to get in there.
- Look who's here. Asmodeus.
AZZY AS CHRISSY: Bonjour, Antichrist.
where you left my daughter's soul.
an entire side of myself?
You have evil in your DNA.
Population, you.
- The um-- the demon must be in me now.
She's lost control.
Satan educating his demon semen in the art of possessión.
♪♪ ♪♪
The jar is charged with a binding spell.
- I'll kill you, you bastard!
- I don't rue shit.
- I'm looking out, honey.
ALL: [indistinct shouting]
[splat]
Chrissy, come on.
DARLENE: Aw, I'll miss you, my little friend.
Well, don't let the weapons go to waste.
- Chrissy? Chrissy?
LAURA: I love you, honey.
- So an entire store for just wicker furniture.
I shouldn't have said you'd turn evil.
[ominous music]
[dramatic music]
Let's kick this hero shit in high gear.
No--well, it's not like they'll remember it.
- What did you do with my daughter's soul?
And now you got me into this soul-swapping horseshit.
- And next time, I'll teach you how to turn stuff into spiders.
and I'm good to move on if you are.