Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [lock turns] - Confess. Confess. Confess.

- [heavy thump] - [gasps]

You've been on a mission for him,

I'll... I... I'll try.

Come on! Say it with me, or you'll burn in Hellfire.

[wheezing] Two angels...

No spell casting in a house of the Lord.

No, uh... Nick's right, Harvey. It's too dangerous.

- ...by whom all things are set afire... - ...by whom all is set afire...

- [creaking] - [gasping]

Oh, Satan below,

- [thunderclap] - [theme music playing]

And the rewards have been less than I expected.

But witches cursed the Walker women with blindness.

My father charged me with protecting this Academy,

My father forbids it.

Hi! How are you today?

- [gasps] - What's going on?

You've been gone for a while, Sabrina.

[man] Greg, move your head!

"That's what you get, Nicholas,

- [sizzling] - Aaah!

Tell me, Brother Chalfant.

Kneel. Pray with us.

No matter what choices they've made.

They're going to torture him.

[Jerathmiel grunts]

It'll be good to see your mortal friends again, my love.

I bet with this, er, roast chicken, I could bribe my way in to visit Ambrose.

There's a spell.

You'll provide me a list, of course.

Oh, wait, Ms. Wardwell. What about Roz?

- ...from an olive tree. - [sobbing] No, please.

[groans] I can't.

- Praise Satan! - Praise Satan.

You hate Fawlty Towers.

Ten minutes, Spellmans, and I'll be right outside this door.

What religion do you practice, if you don't mind me asking?

You're too young to be a sad old drunk.

But I'm a Blackwood now. And you're a traitor.

[grunts] That should open the door and get us into the Academy.

No way, witch-hunter.

Thank you. Erm, but actually, Prudence, my love,

I can't even imagine.

ever since He brought you back to life.

Yeah. Have you seen him?