Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You help me outta here, I'll take you to him.

I'll deal with him in seconds flat Then we'll go and eat a rat

WIGGLEHEIM: Where whatever be your heart's appeal,

Bring it. (GRUNTS)

You know, for what it's worth,

She taught us how to refine the vermiscus, turn it into elixir, the good stuff.

-Seems perhaps you need more time... -BOORMAN: Shut up!

What is wrong with you?

Vantage abhor turmach.

Ah! Put your back into it. There you go.

Unclench. Seriously, you're gonna kill us all.

(CHIMING MUSIC PLAYS)

(GROANS, COUGHS)

The only way we're gonna ever find them,

They must've know I'd come back here.

I promised I'd get them to the Immemorial City.

Take both of them, ugh, kill the others.

-Get fit. -GRAYDON: Me?

(CHIMING MUSIC PLAYS)

-I was trying to help. -KIT: Yeah, of course you were.

I'm tellin' you, he is not who he says he is.

PRISONER: I'm sorry.

BOORMAN: He'll be fine. He's quick on his feet.

WIGGLEHEIM: Seems perhaps you need more time,

you know, fire up the troops,

This panicky feeling happens whenever I get close to...

Right after I get outta here.

or the world's last greatest troubadour?

ALLAGASH: Oh, come on.

(SLURPS, PANTS)

Recognize these?

if I'd taken you to the crow's cages, we would've ended up in one.

-No, you're dumber. -ALLAGASH: Hey!

or if you wish, I'll repeat my rhyme.

So what's a nice girl from Tir Asleen doing in the Wildwood?

Where are my manners?

(CAVE RUMBLING)

Please, don't speak till you're spoken to.

asked me to join with him for one more adventure.

Much as I appreciate pluck, the unvarnished truth is this.

GRAYDON: You okay?

(PRISONER LAUGHS)

straight out the front door,

ALLAGASH: Come on.

(TROLLS SCREECHING)