Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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