Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Give the generals the news. Have them make their armies ready for the final campaign.
Horse thief.
That's my special magic powder.
PHILOS: We're almost there.
ARPID: Where am I going? PHILOS: Stop.
You're a king now, Akkadian.
And if he isn't stopped, he'll sweep across this land and kill all of you.
[Sound of horse hooves]
My lady, how lovely to see you out here in this desolate place.
... of killing...
But a smart guide wouldn't, or he'd be shown into Memnon's dungeon.
So you're going to use me first, and then kill me. I feel so much better.
MATHAYUS: Thorak.
...no mortal can defeat Memnon.
PHILOS: It works!
...there are rumors spreading to the armies that she is gone.
Some are certain and some remain shadows.
Let me know if there's anything else you'd like.
[Climactic instrumental music]
Remember, you are an Akkadian. You make an oath, you always have to keep it, right?
[Mathayus whistles]
Great gods.
Which limb do I take first?
I would have captured him myself, but he ran like a coward.
[Music dramatically builds and crowd cheers]
[Music crescendo]
And what people would that be, Balthazar?
[Mathayus shushes Tutu]
Come with me.
[Men shouting, women screaming]
Now go.
No need for concern, miss.
By the law of the horde, their greatest warrior was proclaimed their king.
... and swept across the barren lands of the ancient world.
Memnon is.
It is customary for the sorceress to be present at these meetings.
Mathayus.
[Memnon and sparring partners shouting and grunting]
So we have a problem, as long as you're alive.
EXECUTIONER: There's the traitor!
Get him!
Run, if you like. There are worse dangers out there than me.
All right. I'll kill them all.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
He was the greatest swordsman the world had ever seen.
- Never! - Then you're a fool.
Stay here.
...we'll kill for free.
[Somber instrumental music]
You again.
[Villagers shouting encouragement]
THORAK: Don't touch that.
In fact, I cannot remember how we got here. We took a left turn...
MATHAYUS: What is this place?
[Rowdy shouting and yelling]
You know this?
Nor shall he die by your hand...
[Rhythmic drumbeat]
Rule well.
Bring them.