Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It'sjust a little cut.
You come back here!
I knew you'd come.
but sometimes you must do what others think...best.
IOREK BYRNISON: It's the only way to reach Bolvangar.
Iorek, I thought I'd lost you.
Where's my Ratter?
- Be careful. - I knowwhere your armour is.
We'll take you someplace safe.
What have you to do with Iorek Byrnison?
They teach us to write the truth, miss.
And...
The alethiometer says they'll hurt Roger.
You don't know how to read it.
[Creaking]
PANTALAIMON, WHISPERING: I guess we lost that bet.
A golden compass.
then we will nurture a generation at peace with itself...
She is to demonstrate the improvements...
But...can't you make new armour?
And these are the chiefs of the Gyptian families.
[Growls]
Nobody can make me a lady.
Ragnar's too strong.
But the secrets at the heart of things elude scholars...
and it burns you alive!
What are you lookin' at?
Hm.
[Samoyed men shouting]
LYRA: Lovely to meet you too.
That's a mighty fancy clockwork you got there.
PANTALAIMON: Don't worry, Lyra.
PANTALAIMON: I don't know. We've been going for hours.
[Growls]
The first time it only stopped there a moment.
SCORESBY: Let's Not Be Too Hasty.
[Raucous laughter, lively chatter]
Rubbish. Hand him over.
And my father.
PANTALAIMON: Lyra, no, please don't.
Stop!
Is that what they pay you?
What are we gonna do, Pan?
My friend. He works in the kitchens.
There's a clockwork...
- Ha ha ha. - [Window closes]
SECOND MAN: Come on, get yourself aboard.
I knowwhere she's going.
that's just one of her stupid guest lists
Also known as a golden compass.
- [Crackling] - [Sobbing]
[Train rumbling loudly]
PANTALAIMON: No, stop!
He's a rough noble like you. That's what I think.
For keeping watch on me and all.
'Cept, first we gotta sort out some things that need sorting.
[Sobbing]
it wasn't allowed.
[Both panting]
[Gasping]
[Sniffs] Ha ha ha.
kingdom of the ice bears.
are you familiarwith the prophesies of the witches?
PANTALAIMON: It wasn't my fault. She wouldn't listen to me.
She's meant to play a major part in what is to come.
SECOND MAN: Don't know. I'll have a look.
PANTALAIMON: Lyra!
I told the king I was your dæmon and that he must fight you.
- Come on. - PANTALAIMON: Lyra! Oh! Aah!
War?
- [Men muttering] - MA COSTA: Yes!
Iorek Byrnison...
with a sleeping poison in its sting.
We can beat him, Pan.
The Master asked me to decant a bottle ofthe '99 Tokay for you, Lord Asriel.
I'm not sure that would be consistent with...
[Growling]
[Whimpering]
- [Squealing] - [Growling]
That's right. Clever girl.
WOMAN: Down there. Under the table.
MAN: Come on! This way!
The intercision process is more important than ever.
- MAN: Madam. - What do you think?
PANTALAIMON: Over here.
He'sjust an exile, nothing.
I humbly beg the College Council to fund such ajourney.
I'm like a witch's dæmon, great king.
THIRD MAN: We'll need two more of them.
I knew that no one could ever really truly understand me...
That Dust, like in the North.
- MAN: Watch your backs! - Protect the children!
It's all bigger and scarier than we ever thought.
♪ And her soul walks beside her ♪
SCORESBY: Let's not be too hasty.
but that's not light.
the tutor of metaphysics tells me that you've missed your lesson again.
[Snarling]
My dear fellow...
I am employed, by the townspeople.
[Screams]
IOREK: Lyra! I will get Scoresby and the Gyptians.
Yeah, suppose we are.