Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[screeching sound]
Oh, I'm not giving up now.
[sighs] Not this again. Of course she will, Prudence.
Finish the work that I started. Before it's too late.
Adam diaboli muniat oculos.
folks tend to get the wrong impression of me.
It was all I could do to persuade Faustus not to lock you in the dungeon, too.
about Father Blackwood.
misogynistic reformations.
obey me, and submit to me.
Father Blackwood.
[meows]
Take what thou wilt, as is your right, by fire, blood, or deceit.
Providentially, I have planned ahead,
Edward Spellman would never
[echoing laughter]
No, the water pressure won't crush him, Salem.
He hath come for me.
A very fine and promising warlock.
[gasping]
the Vatican Necropolis, to marry Faustus and I.
- I don't feel so... - [gasps]
because she and I are gonna have us some tea and biscuits
He mentioned a manifesto.
Your Most Unholy, you honor us.
- I'm not scared in the least. - I know!
[meows]
Love? [scoffs]
You can come out now. They're gone.
Oh, yeah, Edward did have one of those, do you remember?
[sighs]
Yes! [chuckles]
♪ I'd need a king ♪
Sabrina, Faustus and I were just married in his office.
Search it.
[clears throat]
I'm so sorry, Sabrina. You did everything you could.
His is a... a regressive and misogynistic reformation.
Your Unholy Eminence,
Bloody hell.
I appreciate that, Hilda, but there's one more duty that falls to you.
will be worthy enough to put before the Council.
[Zelda] I've arranged it with Faustus, Hilda.
Hm?
Should you be... visited.
I've been wearing a protection that guards me against all magical attacks.
Where's the traitor?
I see.
[insects chirping]
Oh!
I thought you would appreciate my father's ideas and ideologies,
They concluded that the plane crash was the result of mechanical engine failure.
Prudence Blackwood.
[Prudence] Sister Spellman?
Entreat the High Priest on my behalf.
And, um...
or while I was gone,
Your mother and father were bound for Rome.
Well, rise, Sister.
who killed the Anti-Pope while he slept under the very same roof.
No, don't you fret about it,
Me, guard the Anti-Pope?
truly a desirable state, would we need to dress it up with lace, silk, and frill?
You forget, girl,
Yes.