Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So... you came in rather late last night.

♪ Guess I'll take my time ♪

I object to the word "whim."

Well, it wouldn't be as special on that

(light music playing)

And there I was, in a duel with Izzy Hands,

-Ooh! -(Mary gasps)

(gasps, murmurs)

Don't bother. He's dead.

(Doug chuckles)

Clearly, I've had too much to drink.

♪ Oh yeah ♪

Black Pete: I can do accents. Does that count as a talent?

(harpsichord playing)

I, I don't really like talking about him.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

♪ To reach there ♪

He's my painting instructor.

You're quite the specimen.

Aye, 'n the deck's as swabbed as she gets.

More like pure tone.

You're gonna love what we've come up with.

On to the next.

Blackbeard's right-hand man.

Hold on. Hold... on."

Is everythin' all right?

-(Stede yells) -(horse neighs)

We need a corpse.

They have to believe this without a shadow of a doubt.

♪ I creep through the valleys ♪

It changes you...

(sucks teeth) Situations evolve.

♪ I have to climb, oh yeah ♪

We just can't seem to stop hurting each other, can we?

Oh, that's just my kitten, Ned.

how Mary's painting career blossomed.