Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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