Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(CHIMING MUSIC PLAYS)

I'm tellin' you, he is not who he says he is.

Ah! Put your back into it. There you go.

-Seems perhaps you need more time... -BOORMAN: Shut up!

Recognize these?

-I was trying to help. -KIT: Yeah, of course you were.

you know, fire up the troops,

This panicky feeling happens whenever I get close to...

Bring it. (GRUNTS)

-No, you're dumber. -ALLAGASH: Hey!

So what's a nice girl from Tir Asleen doing in the Wildwood?

They must've know I'd come back here.

(CAVE RUMBLING)

asked me to join with him for one more adventure.

(GROANS, COUGHS)

or the world's last greatest troubadour?

You know, for what it's worth,

Please, don't speak till you're spoken to.

She taught us how to refine the vermiscus, turn it into elixir, the good stuff.

BOORMAN: He'll be fine. He's quick on his feet.

straight out the front door,

I promised I'd get them to the Immemorial City.

I'll deal with him in seconds flat Then we'll go and eat a rat

Where are my manners?

Unclench. Seriously, you're gonna kill us all.

Right after I get outta here.

Much as I appreciate pluck, the unvarnished truth is this.

WIGGLEHEIM: Seems perhaps you need more time,

Take both of them, ugh, kill the others.

(PRISONER LAUGHS)

You help me outta here, I'll take you to him.

(SLURPS, PANTS)

The only way we're gonna ever find them,

What is wrong with you?

or if you wish, I'll repeat my rhyme.

-Get fit. -GRAYDON: Me?

ALLAGASH: Oh, come on.

GRAYDON: You okay?

(CHIMING MUSIC PLAYS)

Vantage abhor turmach.

PRISONER: I'm sorry.

(TROLLS SCREECHING)

ALLAGASH: Come on.

if I'd taken you to the crow's cages, we would've ended up in one.

WIGGLEHEIM: Where whatever be your heart's appeal,