Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How's she doing?
Japan is cool.
Did either one of you see it?
[stammers] Saw what?
[Cate] Point is, it's out there, right?
[Lee] You got passion, kid. I'll give you that.
Slow down? [pants]
No. No, no, no. Oh, goddamn it.
Du-Ho.
[Lee] It's a funeral pyre, Cate.
He's alive.
Her name's-- [inhales sharply] Her name is Lyra.
Oh, Jesus. No. Where is it? No.
People buy the artist.
It's drawn to the heat. Oh, my God.
- Just like at his camp. - How do you--
[roars]
- Stop treating me like a kid. - [Cate stammers] Hold on.
It's her gallery.
- I know a place. - Now?
Good luck.
[distorted dialogue]
Then why did it toss that airplane like a chew toy... [pants]
Before G-Day.
I'm proud of you.
I can't run from that thing anymore.
[wheezing, coughing]
[Emiko, in English] Mmm.
Unless you want to add a set of toes to what you already owe me,
[chuckles] Get used to it, hotshot.
[breathing heavily]