Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
GRAYDON: You're not real.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Um, aren't you supposed to be watchin' out for the Gales?
Do you know how rare it is
You can do this, and I'll catch you if you fall.
No!
ELORA: I know you're in there, Gray.
Impossible! There's no such place!
into his warm embrace?
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
You can make this right.
So I formally apologize. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Someone just concisely recap everything I missed. (PANTS)
It's a ritual of throwing, of casting out.
Guess not.
Where are you?
Look, if you're gonna get grossed out, or faint, or something,
A precise mixture of herbs, tonics, and tinctures,
Gone. And we're in big trouble.
(GRUNTS) We have to.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Which is irrelevant, because you liars
(PANTING) Where could he be?
No.
And so is Airk.
So far, I hate it.
BOORMAN: Sorry, how'd you figure that?
We can't leave out ingredients.
-Next time leave the levity to me. -(COUGHS, RETCHES)
If only I'd kept going, they'd still be alive.
You sent us on a wild goose chase to find some stupid artifact.
Uh-huh.
Is that you?