Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, come on. Team Allagash. We got this.

-TROLL 1: Hi, how's it going? -TROLL 2: Hey, how are ya?

(ELORA BREATHING HEAVILY)

I wanna concentrate on sorcerering, saving Kit and Willow,

(SINGING) Do you think He'll put this weapon down and walk away?

Your wits, my sprightliness.

This is your fault.

is if I'm wearing the Kymerian Cuirass.

(BOORMAN GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(TROLLS SNARLING)

I suppose, in the end, it's hope that really breaks your spirit.

You don't know how to look.

Besides, I'm the only one who knows where he is.

doin' some soul-searching, feelin' kinda lethargic and stuck, you know?

Something juicy?

That was like eight minutes ago.

You're worried about Kit.

Well, kind of a lot's happened since then.

I need a Krom unit supervisor down there to oversee the mop crew.

Right. Of course. I was kidding.

JADE: Kit! No! No! Kit! No!

-(BOORMAN GRUNTING) -(JADE GRUNTING)

That's why I sent Madmartigan in search.

That was you, huh? That was him.

-No, no, no, no! -(SNEEZES)

And then I'm... I'm spinning.

or any magic that might override this thing, do you?

You can still save Airk.

because if we stay here we're both gonna...

-You're right. -WILLOW: Kit!

Ha! Maybe a lifetime of lying, cheating, stabbing your friends in the back

I'm begging you, let me do this.

I have to look and think about it, okay?

so when they caught me, I gave them his name instead of mine

He thought of Boorman like a son, would've died for him.

I am Lord Sarris, chief administrator here at Skellin.

Wish I had my staff, or the wand.

But, you know, what can I say? He's my brother, I love him.

bet Mads would be happier if I led you out instead of deeper in.

What wise men crave...

and I'll be takin' a lot more than their pizzazz.

-For breaking his oath? -Yeah, what?

WIGGLEHEIM: If once more you do succeed,

We'll find Madmartigan, we get the heck outta here,

You shouldn't have told us anything

I know who he is.

Traitor. (GROANS)

(GRUNTS) Go. Go.

WIGGLEHEIM: Beggars have what wise men crave,

(SCOFFS) Come on.

They've come to liberate them.