Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[girl] Where are they?
[screams] Witch-hunters!
Yeah. Absolutely fine.
[rapid breaths]
'Cause Vinegar Tom died in 1989.
That crown ensures that.
[chuckles] As long as you're expelled,
Theo, what's, uh... what's goin' on?
Oh, for Satan's sake, let him help. He just wants to put things right.
Scatter and hide, all of you!
Oh... Oh, I don't understand.
Why don't you make and give her a comfort charm?
Haven't you?
Come, that you may stand and be judged for your sins.
Confess. Confess. Confess. Confess.
Make a wish.
They'll all be sitting ducks. We have to warn them.
But you...
Well... your soul, at least.
Not all of us can just leave whenever we want and come back whenever we want.
We're expelled.
- [door closes] - [laughs]
There is no escape to Tibet or anywhere else.
Your coven is the Church of Night. Your High Priest is Faustus Blackwood.
- to be with everyone else? - Why?
Nicky, darling.
But I'll have to make arrangements at Baxter High,
- I mean, we're friends. - [giggles]
All right.
We pray to Satan that the Weird Sisters are as malicious as I think they are.
- Confess. Confess. Confess. Confess. - Thank you, Aunt Hilda.
[Ms. Wardwell sighing]
In the meantime, I'm on my way to take a personal day.
Our desecrated church.
Evanescet.
[Hilda] Oh, Ambrose.
The ring should've... hidden Adam.
we ran and hid.
"O, Mighty Dark Lord, by whom all things are set afire..."
So, now...
I want you to remember who did this to you.
[Quentin] I do, Miss.
What? Father Blackwood can't just decree these things.
[ominous music playing]
What kind of a fool do you think I am?
from a surprise visit from a witch-hunter,
But if you dedicate your entire life