Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I bring you tidings of filth and disease.

Ah, it's a... club for men only.

♪ You read my palm till I drop you again ♪

♪ I love to love you, baby ♪

- You're crazy. - No, Ambrose.

Go to the Inquisition.

We played some one-on-one over break.

how's your sabbatical been so far?

I've begun to suspect that she's much more important to your plans...

And as for seasoning incantations,

Please. You know what? I don't even want to argue.

- We're ready, Father Blackwood. - Good.

I wouldn't allow you to embarrass yourself or me in that way.

♪ There's no place I'd rather you be Than with me ♪

to the Academy of Unseen Arts.

It would please your Aunt Hilda, and...

After my brother Edward's death,

on my witch studies more...

- What's this about, love? - Education, Aunt Hilda.

- [both chuckle] - Yeah, I mean, I kind of figured.

One thing I've been wanting to mention.

- to attack me, Aunt Hilda. - What?

You will each add a material component to the cauldron.

It's Top Boy for a reason, Sabrina.

- Wasn't that music rather loud? - Loud enough to wake the dead.

Is it worth it, do you think?

And to that end, I've arranged a little... amusement.

That's too small potatoes. [scoffs]

So formidable you'd stoop to releasing demons to torment me?

Life goes on, right?

Well, I heard yelling and wind

That appointment changed his life.

[Harvey] Have either of you talked to or seen Sabrina?

in a setting as ill-reputed as this club.

I'm sorry, but the complete answer is...

I nominate Sabrina Spellman.

[cheering and applause]

Is this some kind of joke?