Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's a first-rate shmoog, so...
Are you real?
That's just what everyone says when they get thrown in here.
Cut down any Trolls that get in our way.
save them, and get them outta this place alive
Wait, wait, wait.
And where's Graydon?
I can do this.
That is a long and delightful story, but not one we have time for now.
Damn it. There's two things I hate, and one of 'em is killing.
Probably not, but that's okay
Yes! Ooh! Yeah!.
I'm not Madmartigan.
I really don't think that this is the time or the place, do you?
SARRIS: Tir Asleen, huh?
More like I slaughtered their pizzazz.
-Right. Move on. -Okay, come on.
No, no, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, you are.
I feel like it's slipping away.
I just feel like we've left some stuff, I don't know...
That's impossible.
JADE: You're too tall. No one will believe you're a Troll.
-Break it, Willow! -Vantage abhor turmach.
(SHUDDERS)
and murdered by a member of his crew for the Kymerian Cuirass.
WILLOW: Vantage abhor turmach. Vantage abhor turmach.
SCORPIA: By the child's a hundredth day, they get seared with it's family's mark.
Anybody?
Except, I'm one of those people,
MADMARTIGAN: Kit, please. I need your help right now.
WIGGLEHEIM: So I pass from sire to heir, and each of brothers takes his share.
ALLAGASH: Come on. Come on!
Don't be.
Yeah, the others are here and they're trying to find us.
Really?
How dare you, sir!
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Look, you guys gonna torture me...
Makes 'em stronger, faster,
Might have been a little premature.
I'd have said your clothes,
They were only interested in the legendary Madmartigan,
What? You'll kill me?
MADMARTIGAN: I need you to listen to me.
You think I've been here for ten years, 'cause I like it balmy, huh?
Yeah, 'cause this doesn't feel right.
I'm going.
FALKEN: If we capture Elora Danan,
Vantage abhor turmach.
-Sarris! -(GASPS)
Puny, weak, feeble, frail, runty.
WIGGLEHEIM: Though should riches be your heart's desire,
to get thrown in here with the rest of us bad apples?
I need to.
I thought you were smarter than this, Madmartigan.
(SIGHS) You know, I'm not wild about Nelwyn.
This is my father's mark. The mark of Kael.
And the staff? What, you drop that too?
A gift or curse I may be, used by others more than thee.
We know she was with you when you fled into the Wildwood.
What were you saying?
Uh, untrue.
Well, what do you think we are, animals?