Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So you're the new principal. I... expected you to be more... aged.
Ooh, he'd better run for cover(!)
No deaths. No eviscerations.
Right back to the beginning.
Are you OK?
Somebody!
I may have destroyed Dawn's social life in 30 seconds. Apart from that, no.
I don't know...
- So, he's got the power. - Zip it.
Sorry, my dog... dog... walker.
You can thank your sister for this.
Can I borrow a pencil?
It's inside you now, this magic.
Where's my sister?
Gotta start deadening young minds. It's really nice to meet you. You have fun.
- Who's got the power, Dawn? - Well...
- Listen, Anya. If it was just me... - What do you mean, if it was just you?
No. It's not.
- Got everything? Books, lunch, stakes? - Check thrice.
Hey.
A girl.
A soul's slipperier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine?
There was a bee. It flew in my eye.
Is that why you let me die?
Singing our little songs.
It's about power.
Why don't we go around the room and introduce ourselves?
All we want is for you to leave, so we can rest again.
Come on, you guys. Let's go find a way upstairs.
- This is a bad time to be a good guy. - What is this, an intervention?
What did you see? When I found you in the stall.
Cheat.
Look at you.
Possibly the only two students in this school whose files are as thick as yours was.