Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wouldn't a more fitting meal for a gross, messy demon

and somehow we keep expecting something different from them.

We're entering the lair of the wicked witch

Clearly, this family can't.

Let's lock off the bathroom, people.

You actually tried?

Okay, Mr. Mephistopheles isn't helping.

So you're gonna act like a teen in a John Hughes movie

for obvious reasons.

Oh, I love a buffet.

CHRISSY: What heritage?

They're diseased, rabid, and hate-filled, like you.

He had no imagination, no cunning, like Buck, the hero.

because I hurt your big mommy feelings?

Well, we've all made some great points.

early on like my cousin.

BOTH: No. - You're doing great, sweetie.

And here, we take out the trash.

I'm just gonna make sure it's a lock.

Climb a tree. CHRISSY: Ahh!

from Thunder Bay to Waukesha.

CHRISSY: Sacrifice?

CHRISSY: "I'm twying."

I'm sure you're too young to even remember.

But I don't want you to get hurt.

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take,

"With this Posterum spell, I can go back

Uh, thank you, Mayor. MAN: He's a genius.

And once Chrissy offs her mom, which, by the looks of it,

for your selfish needs? - Oh, no.

Bring it on, bitch!

Slaughterhouse? No.

Your phone's gonna see you in hell.

get all those leeches off of her?

for parking is obsessed with house rules?