Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Um, any child who escapes from the facility...
What is your name, child?
- [Pantalaimon whimpering] - [Groaning]
[Snarling and barking]
Crossin' this gate...
Serafina Pekkala?
[Growling]
Me too.
[Yelling and shrieking]
We covered some ground.
But you must defeat him in single combat.
[Sighs deeply]
you're the first ice bear I ever met.
But while he is at Jordan, his proposal will be heard.
[Gasps]
I'll only be a moment, darling.
[Screams]
And what does she keep in that room?
Who's my father?
- by these Gobblers-- - [Men muttering]
Scoresby will find you.
IOREK: Flying to war.
Argh!
Lord Asriel. He's my father, isn't he?
LYRA: Oh.
that I reckon you're on...
Invisible, intangible, inaccessible!
Just don't mention it again.
You've gotta do whatever I say!
- WOMAN: Grab her leg! - PANTALAIMON: Lyra, they've got me!
[Bears growling]
Oh! Oh!
[Growling]
[Growls]
Gyptians.
Paid work Paid work
Now...
[Quiet chatter]
Shall you help me arrange our passage to Norroway?
[Boys continue shouting]
[Distant bell tolling]
Intercision isn't perfect yet...
Are those birds?
[Squeals and snarls]
Hmm.
FARDER CORAM: One thing I do know, Lyra...
♪ Every hope we will be with her ♪
He lost everything.
She will decide the war which is to come.
But I do not.
By pointing at three symbols...
Don't, Billy.
[Lively chatter, traders calling]
Кто посрал! Волочь блядь Кто посрал! Волочь блядь
♪ Where are our lives ♪
It's in the district office of the Magisterium.
It ws Mrs. Coulter who took the Belacqua child...
No, it isn't.
My...dæmon?
Way I see it, there's no need for a dust-up.
Of course not.
really quite surprising.
[Snarling]
[Panting and whimpering]
What have you been doing?
- [Hisses] - LYRA: Hush, Pan.
They're takin' those children up North...
Iorek Byrnison's, Your Majesty.
They keep things working by telling people what to do.
We've always tried to acquaint you with the truth.
[Screaming]
It is of the utmost importance...
ROGER: Aaah! You'll never get me!
You're losing your touch, amigo.
They took Billy Costa away last week...
It'sjust a toy.
So now all the clans are here...
War is the sea I swim in...
- [Crashing] - [Gasps]
[Inhales deeply] Oh, a wise person knows, Lyra...
Iorek Byrnison, help me!
Run! Run!
How--? Ah, yes. The Master.
Thank you.
Ha ha, I'd be honored.
- [Whispers softly] - [Monkey breathes heavily]
Yeah.
Why kids' dæmons can change shape...
Fightin', probably.
Lyra, if I am killed...
Yeah, uh--ah.
Ha ha. Are you ready?
Now, I know you do not always understand our need to educate you...
He will be arrested for heresy and sentenced to death.
I wnt to know if you can tell me...
Lizzie. Lizzie Brooks.
They've got plenty of that here.
[Screeches]
BILLY: What mother?
PANTALAIMON WHISPERS: Gobblers!
- It's a dæmon mirror, great king. - Hmm?