Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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