Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Crone knows we're here.
-Don't say ravaged. -Sorry, bud.
No, no, no, he's right.
it's not an easy thing to do.
We can figure this out.
Just something bad. (GROANS)
I met these two...
And I think Ballantine would've said the same.
'Cause if you don't, you're gonna regret it,
This won't work if you don't say it with me.
(LAUGHS) You're no sorcerer.
Sweet mercy! I thought you were...
Yeah. Or as Kit calls her, Grandma.
I know why.
All you have to do is submit.
-You are the worst apprentice ever! -(GRUNTS)
(IN DISTORTED VOICE) Black fires forever kindled within.
"Go ahead, Kit.
We can't allow Graydon's infection to pass to any of us.
but no shit.
(WILLOW GROANS)
She took the Lux.
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
Meetach harren, meetach huul...
We'll need to keep watch.
She's here.
(COUGHS, GROANS SOFTLY)
BOORMAN: You know, the Cuirass isn't a weapon.
(SIGHS)
(BOORMAN GRUNTS)
Mix it wrong, we could blow up the whole castle.
YOUNG GRAYDON: I'm not like you.
I just spent the last half an hour barricading the door!
Why would we eat it?