Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you... shoot lightning bolts out of your fingertips?
it's conviction you lack. Where's Cherlindrea's little stick?
-What? No! -(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Elora.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
I saw it.
So what's the plan?
Yeah, well, it's pretty famous.
But not you.
Truth is, you're loyal,
You okay?
Mom?
MADMARTIGAN: It was the hardest thing I've ever done.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, yeah, yeah, the old minced meat spell. Then we just drag him out of here?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Now...
We should, too.
It's yours. You're the one.
(GRAYDON GRUNTS, PANTS)
GRAYDON: You mean this little stick?
No!
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(ELORA SIGHS)
So, you're... You're one of them now?
AIRK: I guess it can be anything we want.
It's like you've never snuck into an undead city before.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
That's the way you do it
(CRACKLING)
Money for nothin'
I don't get it.
Chicks for free
No, no, no, no, no!
-(RUMBLING) -(GASPING)
If it puts you at ease, she said that you're welcome to hold on...
That ain't workin'
-You all right? Oh. -Yeah, good. A little crusty.
You pay for both in the end.
Goddesses. We make our own rules.
(RUMBLING)
No, really, I'm not.
(GASPS)
You are her sword.
The crone: Shut up! Willow: Lunanockt
-You first. -(GROANS SOFTLY)
Trust me, there's nothing to be scared of.
"If your paramour jumps off the edge of the world,
THE LICH: The child has revealed herself.
(GRAYDON SCREAMS)
It's just, you know, "Willow and Boorman, the great voyage home."