Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mambo! (WHISPERING) Later.

Muriel, you come to bed right now!

At least I'm planting something.

You got a black cloud over your head.

Uh, we could burn it.

(STAMMERING) My wine!

Hey, put that down.

All right, I'm hexing all your vegetables!

Ha! Now you all have to eat them!

NARRATOR: Once upon a time in the projects...

burning some garbage with the Rasta Man.

You heard the boy. Damn it!

First of all, my name isn't Haiti Lady.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I'm sure Haiti Lady has a good explanation.

You anger the spirits with your mockery.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Yep, it's definitely cursed.

I'm good with a hoe.

Oh, yeah, I called you a witch under my breath.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! What kind of blessing was that?

so I don't have to see nice people like you pass away.

and our children's children's children

and clearly that don't work either.

I'm beginning to think Haiti Lady really did curse you.

Why ain't his grapes all dry and wrinkly?

Well, actually, it's electrical tape.

Haiti Lady's not a man.

I command you now!