Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but no shit.
I know why.
Meetach harren, meetach huul...
She's here.
(SIGHS)
-You are the worst apprentice ever! -(GRUNTS)
(LAUGHS) You're no sorcerer.
No, no, no, he's right.
The Crone knows we're here.
We can figure this out.
-Don't say ravaged. -Sorry, bud.
(IN DISTORTED VOICE) Black fires forever kindled within.
This won't work if you don't say it with me.
YOUNG GRAYDON: I'm not like you.
(WILLOW GROANS)
'Cause if you don't, you're gonna regret it,
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
We'll need to keep watch.
We can't allow Graydon's infection to pass to any of us.
BOORMAN: You know, the Cuirass isn't a weapon.
Sweet mercy! I thought you were...
And I think Ballantine would've said the same.
Why would we eat it?
All you have to do is submit.
She took the Lux.
(BOORMAN GRUNTS)
Mix it wrong, we could blow up the whole castle.
(COUGHS, GROANS SOFTLY)
I just spent the last half an hour barricading the door!
"Go ahead, Kit.
Just something bad. (GROANS)
Yeah. Or as Kit calls her, Grandma.
it's not an easy thing to do.
I met these two...