Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

NICO: Tandy, a dagger!
[groans]
to amplify her magic and tear down the veil.
You‐You were supposed to die and explode.
Maybe by countering it with light energy.
‐ Okay, Gert, you are up. GERT: Wait.
‐ You don't know what happened to me.
‐ Then tell me, son.
quite as planned, now, did it?
‐ I'm afraid that's the least of it.
‐ Thirty seconds, maximum.
[sparks zapping]
‐ The doorway to darkness,
it's the magic.
♪ Please ♪
[Nico groaning]
First I gotta help Molly.
[beeping]
♪
He's tough.
‐ So Karolina's might counteract the Whispers.
‐ Everyone's afraid.
‐ I haven't heard anything about an outbreak.
but then I probably should have expected as much.
And I'm sorry.
[Old Lace grunts]
‐ I kind of wish that wasn't the case.
Blah, blah, blah.
I thought that I...
Molly's about 10 yards from the door.
‐ But now that you have... ‐ Yes. Question.
but to do it purely with sound...
I'm not the same as I used to be.
Pretty convincing.
‐ Can't we just take down the phone somehow?
‐ They're planning something on the rooftop of the Olympic Grand.
If you break the circle, the spell will fail.
We're superheroes, Gert.
‐ Hey.
‐ All the more reason you gotta come home.
booyakasha! Enchantamente no más.
‐ What the hell happened to me?
[Old Lace growls]
[thunder crashing]
‐ Oh, my God, you did? Hi, Alex.
‐ You were worried about Nico and her connection with Morgan.
‐ I'm at the service entrance, ready when you are.
‐ I've got boosters tapped into the observatory.
‐ Yeah. I mean, they've got an amazing cultural studies program.
‐ Okay. But this time, we stick together. No matter what.
Also I'm sorry that I lied to you on the phone call.
‐ Holy shit, Molly? KAROLINA: What?
I should be able to pinpoint Molly's exact location and let you know when it's safe.
‐ The outbreak of gastroesophageal pyrosis.
‐ Well, I am your son.
[Morgan shrieking]
When a parent says they would give their life to protect their children,
‐ In Morgan's case, I don't think preserving national security
I got this when the lightning hit me.
‐ What? ‐ Please tell me you are not looking at porn.
Submit to me.
‐ Stay here, I'll handle it.
They're always second guessing, debating shit endlessly.
[others join in]
[both straining]
‐ The same way she came for me.
[Old Lace groans]
‐ So we went and got her out.
‐ Hey, Dad. Welcome back to our not‐so‐secret hideout.
‐ So we won?
‐ Let go of her! ‐ [Quinton groans]
‐ Okay. Well, we're gonna come find you. ‐ No, it's too dangerous.
as soon as I can, okay?
‐ It's all taken care of.