Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [Crackling] - [Sobbing]
I am employed, by the townspeople.
SCORESBY: Let's not be too hasty.
- MAN: Madam. - What do you think?
And...
[Snarling]
SECOND MAN: Come on, get yourself aboard.
That's a mighty fancy clockwork you got there.
Ragnar's too strong.
♪ And her soul walks beside her ♪
PANTALAIMON: Lyra, no, please don't.
- Ha ha ha. - [Window closes]
We'll take you someplace safe.
are you familiarwith the prophesies of the witches?
PANTALAIMON, WHISPERING: I guess we lost that bet.
The first time it only stopped there a moment.
PANTALAIMON: It wasn't my fault. She wouldn't listen to me.
SECOND MAN: Don't know. I'll have a look.
Also known as a golden compass.
It's all bigger and scarier than we ever thought.
but sometimes you must do what others think...best.
Rubbish. Hand him over.
And my father.
PANTALAIMON: Lyra!
THIRD MAN: We'll need two more of them.
She is to demonstrate the improvements...
I humbly beg the College Council to fund such ajourney.
Stop!
The Master asked me to decant a bottle ofthe '99 Tokay for you, Lord Asriel.
[Sobbing]
[Creaking]
- MAN: Watch your backs! - Protect the children!
But...can't you make new armour?
that's just one of her stupid guest lists
That's right. Clever girl.
I'm like a witch's dæmon, great king.
And these are the chiefs of the Gyptian families.
[Train rumbling loudly]
There's a clockwork...
She's meant to play a major part in what is to come.
IOREK BYRNISON: It's the only way to reach Bolvangar.
SCORESBY: Let's Not Be Too Hasty.
What are we gonna do, Pan?
LYRA: Lovely to meet you too.
- Come on. - PANTALAIMON: Lyra! Oh! Aah!
I'm not sure that would be consistent with...
The intercision process is more important than ever.
kingdom of the ice bears.
with a sleeping poison in its sting.
[Growling]
But the secrets at the heart of things elude scholars...
- [Men muttering] - MA COSTA: Yes!
[Growls]
I told the king I was your dæmon and that he must fight you.
PANTALAIMON: Over here.
I knowwhere she's going.
and it burns you alive!
but that's not light.
What are you lookin' at?
MAN: Come on! This way!
PANTALAIMON: I don't know. We've been going for hours.
You don't know how to read it.
the tutor of metaphysics tells me that you've missed your lesson again.
He's a rough noble like you. That's what I think.
PANTALAIMON: Don't worry, Lyra.
My dear fellow...
[Screams]
You come back here!
WOMAN: Down there. Under the table.
it wasn't allowed.
Is that what they pay you?
I knew you'd come.
That Dust, like in the North.
Where's my Ratter?
They teach us to write the truth, miss.
War?
A golden compass.
[Growls]
Nobody can make me a lady.
Iorek, I thought I'd lost you.
- [Squealing] - [Growling]
'Cept, first we gotta sort out some things that need sorting.
I knew that no one could ever really truly understand me...
[Raucous laughter, lively chatter]
IOREK: Lyra! I will get Scoresby and the Gyptians.
[Samoyed men shouting]
[Whimpering]
My friend. He works in the kitchens.
[Both panting]
What have you to do with Iorek Byrnison?
then we will nurture a generation at peace with itself...
Yeah, suppose we are.
Iorek Byrnison...
Hm.
It'sjust a little cut.
PANTALAIMON: No, stop!
[Sniffs] Ha ha ha.
He'sjust an exile, nothing.
- Be careful. - I knowwhere your armour is.
The alethiometer says they'll hurt Roger.
[Gasping]
For keeping watch on me and all.
We can beat him, Pan.