Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-GRAYDON: Please! -I can't be here.
You grew the eckleberry bush! (BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRAYDON SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
are the only two people I've been intimately close to since I had it.
It's not honeysuckle, but I think that means it's ready.
-What's happening to him? -WILLOW: Keep stirring!
Amach?
(GRAYDON SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
-Start the ritual. -ELORA'S MOTHER: (CRIES) No!
All right, well, could've just said no.
WOMAN: Jade, run!
BOTH: Meetach harren, meetach huul.
What treasures are you hiding?
Tonight.
The Ritual of the Thirteenth Night.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(PIANO BALLAD PLAYING)
What's a Lux?
AIRK: Is somebody there?
Hello.
Boorman, are you plundering my dead grandma's castle?
Ah.
You've looked better.
ELORA: Graydon's hurt!
There's nothin' around here for leagues.
Just wait, let me...
Blood, pus, discharge from...
You see anything?
(CAPTIVATING MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLICKS TONGUE) Okay, it's very possible
woodcutters when I escaped from Ballantine.
The vermiscus goo.
A few moments of the most excruciating pain ever endured,
-Yeah. -(SIGHS)
I'll come with you.
Wait!
Kill him?
Give Galladoorn an heir with a claim to Tir Asleen.
Brined possum bladder.
(VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
ELORA'S MOTHER: You cannot stop the prophecy!
(GASPS)
six fays betrayed the Mothers to serve the dark power.
It's Nockmaar tryin' to get in our heads and pin us against each other.
What is the Blood of the Six?
YOUNG BAVMORDA: I do.
ELORA: Oh.
We have to find him before it's too late.
You can do this.
of the most brutal tyrant of her age, Bavmorda.
BOORMAN: Oh, I don't know, my fiery aroma, my sweet singing voice. Take your pick.
Come on, man.
Perfect.
Is there something that you're not telling me?
It's maybe, probably a portal to the Netherworld.
(SWORD UNSHEATHING)
Look, I'm tryin' to tell you something right now, can you...
This fortress was the stronghold
Never doubted you for a second.
KIT: Yeah, that's on the far side of the world.