Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It is a place...

I'm gonna take her down, pick up the trail.

if you was taken by the Gobblers...

I don't want to.

We're going home!

there is not a place nor on land nor on sea...

for these Gobblers.

Then they took my armour away.

Billy and Roger!

♪ And her soul walks beside her ♪

Ragnar and the rest of 'em will tear you to pieces.

but she was always telling me what to do.

some of our ancestors made--

You mustn't deny me this little thing, you really mustn't.

[Shouts in foreign language]

Ah! For one thing, she is in possession of the alethiometer.

MAN: Understand this, Sister Clara, they're not registered--

They disobeyed...

PANTALAIMON: Run! Lyra, let's go! Go!

Truly you are great and powerful, Ragnar...

But if they have been harmed...

and your uncle only left you 'ere 'cause nobody wanted you.

'Sides, we're in this together now.

I promise you...

Oh, you do want to come to the North with me, don't you?

- No! Help me! - Lyra!

[Gasps and whimpers]

[Indistinct chatter]

and running all this way.

[Swooshing noises]

lightning bolt...

Well, then, it's a mighty fancy toy.

in the furthest reaches of the North.

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[Men speaking in Samoyed tongue]

then I will kill you right now and be free of an enemy.

Oh, Pan, they've really hurt him.

Billy Costa, why didn't you write anything?

- [Man shouting in foreign language] - Run, child!

to keep them out of danger.

LYRA: Lord Faa...

You see, Dust doesn't settle on innocent children.

You're Ma Costa.

But you've been fighting...

Why don't you write him a letter?

Howdy, Iorek. I was down South.

Anywhere's better than here.

Hold the question in your mind, but lightly.

- [Grunts] - [Whimpering and panting] No!

Ha ha. They'll seek her out like bees to honey.

But what are you doing here?

And this old gal is Hester.

where they walk beside us...

that Dust begins to swarm all around us...

Roger, do you know what they do to the kids here?

There's a prophesy about that child, Mr. Scoresby.

They cut their dæmons away.

- [Iorek roaring] - [Bears roaring]

Dust ws here before the witches of the air...

- You wouldn't understand. - Yes, I would.

Worlds like yours...

Just been hired on by these gentlemen...

No, I shall call you Lyra Silvertongue.

and you're notjust anyone, Lyra.

PANTALAIMON: I wish you'd listen to me once in a while.

PANTALAIMON: Lyra!

She wasn't married to your father, and even though--

Pan, where are they taking us?

[Men screaming]

'Cause I wnt to be your dæmon, not his.

[Sobbing] We'll bring 'er back.

I'd hire myself an aeronaut...

♪ The truth lies deep inside her ♪

Do you understand me?

And when Mrs. Coulter got a hold of you, well...

Let's go get 'em, Lyra.

[All chuckling]

LYRA: And she was ever so clever, Mrs. Coulter...

- I can go as far from him as I please. - Mm. Well...

[Boys shouting]

[People chattering]

and you'll never have a dæmon.

Oh! We'll find your dæmon.

I have had an audience with the bear king himself...

I know it's difficult to understand, but it's for their own good.

[Children gasping, dæmons whimpering]

LYRA: 'Cause we live 'ere.

Didn't have the first notion on how to spring ya.