Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, at least part-time.

♪ Love to love you, baby ♪

You can say his name.

The energies are too volatile.

♪ And then you take me out to dine And I teach you how... ♪

- Seriously? - [wind whistling]

What would you like to drink?

I will have your vote, won't I?

Uh, yes, Your Excellency.

If I am the hand that molds our young pupils' minds,

Now, with every fresh cycle at the Academy

How he dazzled the coven with his knowledge and rhetoric?

He's a... a conjuror.

- Brother Bierce, and Sister Jackson. - Hello.

- [growls] - [screams]

Yeah, you signed your name in the Book of the Beast.

Demons, we fix and hold you in our grasp!

that they would send high demons to attack me.

And let Miss Putnam succeed or fail based on her talent.

they have to be freed

And, yes, it does. It... It shifts things.

to ensure that at tomorrow's Boil and Bubble challenge,

I am, Ms. Wardwell. Yes.

- Only my brothers and I would dare it. - Dare what?

Things are different now, Ambrose.

Nicholas. Miss Spellman.

Probably Father Blackwood, since he thinks I cheated.

The Ars Goetia.

to be held in the Desecrated Church.

Nicholas, in sacred geometry,

I don't want them hurt,

I wish to discuss your future.

[both] Vos evoco, formidabiles reges.

- But I... - Ambrose doesn't even go to this Academy!

But Baxter High doesn't have a girls' basketball...

Now that we're beginning a new cycle, Father,

- Especially not when it's so damn cute. - [laughter]

You know what I think would make you feel much better?

The Inquisition, the Boil and Bubble, and the Conjuring.

[boy] All right, Sabrina!

Sister Zelda, there is a mourning period we must respect in the eyes of our coven.

Technically, it's a warlocks-only club.

Tergente fuoco quod evoco. Te exigo.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no...

I know nothing of the debauchery that goes on

Well, Sabrina...

That's... That's absurd. I was with Luke the whole time.

♪ The girl you want ♪

Gonna get you cleaned up, and I'm gonna give you a crash course.

I beg your pardon.

Nicholas, you may choose.

these are my fingers.

- We'll give Nick your best. - You're meeting Nick?

Though you treat me like a wet nurse, Father, I am not one.

Leave the rest to me.

[chanting] Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

[all chanting] Nick! Nick! Nick! Nick!