Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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