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Lyra!
N--no animal or insect, at any rate.
PANTALAIMON: Oh, Lyra.
- ever going to hurt you. - [Gasps]
- [Grunts] - [Gasps]
against the effects of Dust.
You and me, together.
What kind ofwork is that for a Panserbjørn?
[Roars]
You may as well take him away and replace him with a doll.
Don't be silly. I want to look around.
Lord Asriel. Mrs. Coulter and them--
- Iorek Byrnison's gonna kill you. - Aah!
We needn't be concerned with Lord Asriel any longer.
We're going home, aren't we, Lyra?
[Screaming, exclaiming]
[Speaks foreign language]
or leave off ordering people about.
Mm.
- [All shouting] - [Roger panting]
Aaah!
A miscreant and a liar.
And we witches live for hundreds of years.
- [Gasps] - [Door opens]
It must have been one of the scholars at Jordan.
They--they did it to Billy...
you should all be afraid.
You figurin' on joining this turkey shoot?
What's the Magisterium for?
It's a spy-fly.
You've seen an ice bear?
The needle keeps stopping at the same symbols--
Heh.
Fortunately, little girls...
Gonna get you!
a golden compass...
Ah, Lord Asriel.
WOMAN: We'rejust not used to that reaction.
Fight well, Iorek, my dear.
We dæmons use it to see the truth in our own eyes.
No, it is no aberration.
[Thumping]
Not by me.
What is this place?
You cross on your own. I will follow.
Here it is.
LYRA: You're not very grateful, are you?
And anyway, my mother's the one who put the curse...
We have a busy few weeks.
Where are we gonna go?
ROGER: They hardly ever use this one, but be quick.
Well, some people know what's best for them...
We'll find Ratter.
Я бэн говорил убью тебя по башкой
MAN: Look out, Lyra!
Oh, you have been living in an ivory tower, haven't you?
MASTER: Lyra, my dear...
[Growling]
You're an aeronaut!
♪ Lyra ♪
SECOND MAN: You, cover the canal.
- [Screeching] - Ah!
♪ If there is no dream? ♪
- [Caws] - Urgh!
Minecraft Panda vs Polar Bear
- Don't let them see you. - PANTALAIMON: That's fine with me.
♪ Full of grace ♪
Iorek!
On top of the hourglass...
What is that, hm?
from the falling stars that land in Svalbard.
Aaah!
How do you do, Lord Faa?
[Wind gusting]
Um, uh, Mrs. Coulter? This is our Lyra, Lyra Belacqua, Lord Asriel's niece.
and he's still gone.
Perhaps you've made a mistake.
Oh, Iorek.
The Master wants you at high table!
War.
Come, little dæmon.
I'm sure he will.
Irreplaceable.
But you, you're powerful and clever and rich...
[Metallic whistling sound]
Gracious god, what's this?
We help children grow up.
That's what the smell is.
[Panting]
Hmm, perhaps we shouldn't have invited Professor Docker.
I'm leaving immediately.