Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You forget yourself, my dear. A wife walks behind her husband.

I'm going to kill Father Blackwood.

will you attend me?

I... I would assume nothing less, my love.

and gives nothing in return.

Never mind her now.

What piece does the Anti-Pope play?

Yes, I am well aware of how vast the ocean is, thank you.

in the Church of Night just as their Father rules over Hell.

Are you sure about that?

I mean, putting aside the fact that you clearly don't love Father Blackwood...

Do you really think the Dark Lord's gonna visit? [chuckles]

Aren't you going to introduce me, Father?

Literally. Literally.

And by the morning, who knows?

I mean, most witches never even get to meet the Anti-Pope.

Patricide, Prudence?

- Aunties, what's happened? - Search the house! Turn it upside down!

I told you, I'm going to speak to Faustus about lifting your excommunication.

- Huh? Uh... - [gurgling]

- And Brother Barker? - Ah.

[Nick] Uh... Sabrina?

I... I am... so very tired.

[gasps] Lanucae magicae!

What can we do for you, Sabrina?

I read an early draft.

Okay? We retrieved your father's manifesto from the bottom of the ocean

To reveal Claudius as the villain,

[thunder clapping]

Sabrina, I think you might be right

Witches, warlocks, let us mourn Enoch of Antioch,

Sister, please.

Tomorrow will be all the more challenging.

- [meows] - [bubbling]

He brought down the plane that killed your mother and I.

but I thought you wanted us to get married.

It's been rumbling all night, sorry.

[gasping] Zelda?

I'll be in shortly.

for his and my mother's murder.

To that end, we cannot risk that His Unholiness

Oh, dear Satan.

Who said anything about sleeping?

And so, we must turn our thoughts to gladder subjects.

Ambrose Spellman is innocent!

That's... That's longer than Houdini, even.