Ambrose, I'm your cousin.
Do you feel that, Ambrose?
Ambrose, it isn't working.
Ambrose, do some research.
I'm a Morningstar, Ambrose.
What? Ambrose, thank Hecate.
Ambrose, the Void is coming.
Ambrose, what are you saying?
It wasn't me! Wasn't Ambrose.
Melvin, have you seen Ambrose?
Ambrose, no! Put the wand down.
Is that what happened, Ambrose?
Ambrose, where did you get these?
Ambrose? Who the heck is Ambrose?
I'm greatly honoured, Sir Ambrose.
Why, Sir Ambrose must be a bit barmy.
What's the play, Ambrose? Talk to me.
Ambrose, can we come down? We need you.
That's diabolical. Ambrose, what do we do?
Ambrose said that one of them was the Perverse.
Will you get me another glass of water, Ambrose?
I am Ambrose Spellman, master of the mystic arts.
Ambrose, how long do you think it'll take to work?
Ambrose Spellman, you come here right this instant.
The foppish follicles pioneered by Ambrose Burnside.
Ambrose, will you fix that telescope and give it to Roz?
Are you ready for your big presentation to the coven, Ambrose?