Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you know how rare it is
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Guess not.
Uh-huh.
-Next time leave the levity to me. -(COUGHS, RETCHES)
ELORA: I know you're in there, Gray.
BOORMAN: Sorry, how'd you figure that?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(GRUNTS) We have to.
You can make this right.
Someone just concisely recap everything I missed. (PANTS)
It's a ritual of throwing, of casting out.
Impossible! There's no such place!
Gone. And we're in big trouble.
No.
We can't leave out ingredients.
And so is Airk.
(PANTING) Where could he be?
You can do this, and I'll catch you if you fall.
A precise mixture of herbs, tonics, and tinctures,
Look, if you're gonna get grossed out, or faint, or something,
You sent us on a wild goose chase to find some stupid artifact.
No!
into his warm embrace?
If only I'd kept going, they'd still be alive.
So I formally apologize. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(CLICKS TONGUE) Um, aren't you supposed to be watchin' out for the Gales?
Is that you?
Where are you?
Which is irrelevant, because you liars
GRAYDON: You're not real.
So far, I hate it.