Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So what's the plan?
Yeah, well, it's pretty famous.
It's yours. You're the one.
(GASPS)
But not you.
I don't get it.
Now...
I saw it.
(GRAYDON SCREAMS)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Money for nothin'
Trust me, there's nothing to be scared of.
Elora.
If it puts you at ease, she said that you're welcome to hold on...
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
"If your paramour jumps off the edge of the world,
GRAYDON: You mean this little stick?
(ELORA SIGHS)
(CRACKLING)
Chicks for free
-(RUMBLING) -(GASPING)
That's the way you do it
-What? No! -(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Can you... shoot lightning bolts out of your fingertips?
You pay for both in the end.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
We should, too.
You okay?
(GRAYDON GRUNTS, PANTS)
The crone: Shut up! Willow: Lunanockt
No, no, no, no, no!
it's conviction you lack. Where's Cherlindrea's little stick?
-You first. -(GROANS SOFTLY)
-You all right? Oh. -Yeah, good. A little crusty.
THE LICH: The child has revealed herself.
(RUMBLING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Mom?
Goddesses. We make our own rules.
No!
MADMARTIGAN: It was the hardest thing I've ever done.
It's like you've never snuck into an undead city before.
Oh, yeah, yeah, the old minced meat spell. Then we just drag him out of here?
You are her sword.
No, really, I'm not.
So, you're... You're one of them now?
That ain't workin'
AIRK: I guess it can be anything we want.
Truth is, you're loyal,
It's just, you know, "Willow and Boorman, the great voyage home."