Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Just meet me at the gate ♪

Still, it's pretty cool that your aunt is getting married by the Anti-Pope.

Aunt Zelda, this is Ambrose.

How are you here?

Then there's no more devout a witch than you, Zelda Spellman.

As Lilith served Satan, so will you serve me.

But as Satan is my witness...

So you barge into my bedchamber?

Earlier tonight, at a meeting with the Judas Society,

[whispers] He won't budge. I'm sorry, Prudence. I tried.

And whatever the circumstances,

In two days, I shall, forever more, be Mrs. Zelda Spellman-Blackwood.

Zelda Spellman killed me, stole my babies,

That'll bruise.

Nick, where's Ambrose?

Up there, look.

to its final resting place in the Necropolis beneath the Vatican,

I want you, personally, to guard His Unholiness during his visit.

Which you haven't even read, have you?

our Father of Fathers.

We don't have to discuss it, of course,

- Hm? - You're back in the Church of Night.

I saw her in the cemetery, wandering amongst the gravestones

she catches the eye of the High Priest.

Thank you, Your Unholiness.

Oh, it's two people declaring their love for each other,

clear Ambrose's name, and stop my Aunt Zelda's wedding.

Yes. But if I don't protect the mortal, Stolas,

We meet tonight, ahead of the Anti-Pope's arrival.

One. The Sons of Satan are the heirs of the Earth.

These are delicious. What are they, almond?

More accurately, the Vatican Necropolis beneath Rome.

What about your sister?

and live amongst the mortals, it is their sacred prerogative."

[Father Blackwood] Lady Blackwood and I

Oh? Have you dispatched with her so quickly?

[echoing] I came to warn you.

Brother Madchen next to Brother Lovecraft. Good.

Two. Mortals are the swine of the Earth.

- That's Edward Spellman? - Stay here, okay?

But I'm gonna... I'm gonna tell you a little tiny secret about me.

- [whooshing] - [all gasp]

Combining it with the Anti-Pope's funeral.

And they deserve it.

Go and dress for the ceremony...

It is the greatest honor to be visited by the Dark Lord.

- Twelve seconds to spare. - Nick!

which one, if any,

Nick says he can hold his breath for four minutes.

Have no fear, girls.

Confess, Blackwood, or face my wrath!

Well, then your parents would not have died in vain.

I am Sabrina Spellman.

I didn't get to say goodbye to him, Auntie.

- What? - And there's more.

- They always think I'm meek and mild. - Hm.

Warlocks only. An elite group. I don't really know.

- [yells] - [gasping and screaming]