The Last Unicorn Fancast φ Mabruk/The Skeleton - Andy Serkis

"I am going," Mabruk said. "Not from fear of you — you lump of stale dough — nor of your mad, ungrateful father; nor of your new magician, much happiness may you have of him." His eyes met King Haggard’s hungry eyes, and he laughed like a goat.
“Haggard, I would not be you for all the world,” he declared. “You have let your doom in by the front door, though it will not depart that way. I would explain myself more fully, but I am no longer in your service. That is a pity, and in that hour, you will have Schmendrick to call upon! Farewell, poor Haggard, farewell!”
Still laughing, he disppeared; but his mirth dwelled forever in the corners of that chamber, like the smell of smoke, or of old, cold dust.

The clock struck twenty-nine — at least, it was at that point that Molly lost count. The rusty strokes were still clanking to the floor when Schmendrick suddenly shook both fists at the skull and shouted, “All right, all right for you, you pretentious kneecap! How would you like a punch in the eye?” On the last words, his voice unraveled completely into a snarl of misery and rage.
“That’s right,” the skull said. “Yell. Wake up old Haggard.” Its own voice sounded like branches creaking and knocking together in the wind. “Yell louder,” it said. “The old man’s probably around here somewhere. He doesn’t sleep much.”
Molly gave a small cry of delight, and even the Lady Amalthea moved a step nearer. Schmendrick stood with his fists shut and no triumph in his face. The skull said, “Come on. Ask me how to find the Red Bull. You can’t go wrong asking my advice. I’m the king’s watchman, set to guard the way to the Bull. Even Prince Lír doesn’t know the secret way, but I do.”