Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sailor speaks Kerch]

[laughs] "Goes to court"? Maybe in a year or two.

No, I can fix this.

He's Fjerdan and she's Grisha.

What's our play?

You'll never have to grow that damned Drüskelle beard.

Take me with you to Ketterdam.

[Fedyor] And we are taking him.

Not going will haunt me more.

-I'll ask again. -[gun cocking]

We are in the worst place in the world, on a ship full of people who want us dead,

-No! -[people groaning]

What's the matter?

[people screaming in distance]

Don't you dare say, "Meet me in the meadow."

now that the Darkling is dead.

[Alina] It's not a gift.

I didn't expect it to burn at all.

And tear it down…

[Mal] I like those odds, too.

I saw this on a portrait of one of the queens in the Little Palace.

Yours and mine.

The bold move is to strike now.

You will tear it down.

-[heart beating steadily] -This was… just a cruel joke all along.

Maybe they have waffles.

[Mal] Thank you.

Oh, the Wandering Isle. Well, I can fit in there, no trouble.

Is one man that important to you?

-What are you doing here? -Looking for you.

Then she is a threat to our independence.

-I am the one who killed the Stag. -[grunting]

Do you think I need special power to end your life, Wraith?