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The daemons!
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[To the surprise of everyone and the unease of many, Mrs. Coulter, “a friend of the college,” sashays in to dinner. Lyra is immediately starstruck. While Mrs. Coulter’s golden monkey pets Ferret!Pan and hugs him and squeezes him and calls him George under the table, Mrs. Coulter draws Lyra in deeper under her spell by furthering the plot:]
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LORD ASRIEL: Well, Stelmaria, we’ve done a pretty good job of staying not dead so far. I’m surprised the Magisterium hasn’t sent a pack of vicious Samoyeds to capture us yet.
A PACK OF VICIOUS SAMOYEDS: RAAA!
STELMARIA: You did that! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!
LORD ASRIEL: Run, us!
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SOME COWBOY: That’s a right purty clockwork you got there.
LYRA [snapping alethiometer shut]: I don’t talk to strangers. Do you have candy? I don’t take candy either.
SOME JACKRABBIT: Oh, Lord. Stop bein’ all hat and no cattle, Lee, and give the little lady a proper how-do.
[Lee Scoresby is the awesome cowboy grandpa you never even knew you always wanted. His daemon Hester is 100% win.The audience Lyra is enchanted.]
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LYRA: Are you Iofur Raknison, king of the ice bears?
NOT IOFUR: No, I am Ragnar Sturlusson, king of the ice bears.
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So. Much. Win.
cleolinda's Movies in 15 Minuteshttp://community.livejournal.com/m15m/16725.html
The daemons!
http://www.fao.com/catalog/thumbnail.jsp?categoryId=660&index=0&viewAll=true
[To the surprise of everyone and the unease of many, Mrs. Coulter, “a friend of the college,” sashays in to dinner. Lyra is immediately starstruck. While Mrs. Coulter’s golden monkey pets Ferret!Pan and hugs him and squeezes him and calls him George under the table, Mrs. Coulter draws Lyra in deeper under her spell by furthering the plot:]
--
LORD ASRIEL: Well, Stelmaria, we’ve done a pretty good job of staying not dead so far. I’m surprised the Magisterium hasn’t sent a pack of vicious Samoyeds to capture us yet.
A PACK OF VICIOUS SAMOYEDS: RAAA!
STELMARIA: You did that! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!
LORD ASRIEL: Run, us!
--
SOME COWBOY: That’s a right purty clockwork you got there.
LYRA [snapping alethiometer shut]: I don’t talk to strangers. Do you have candy? I don’t take candy either.
SOME JACKRABBIT: Oh, Lord. Stop bein’ all hat and no cattle, Lee, and give the little lady a proper how-do.
[Lee Scoresby is the awesome cowboy grandpa you never even knew you always wanted. His daemon Hester is 100% win.
--
LYRA: Are you Iofur Raknison, king of the ice bears?
NOT IOFUR: No, I am Ragnar Sturlusson, king of the ice bears.
--
So. Much. Win.
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Date: 2007-12-14 05:17 am (UTC)