Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've made a mistake.
Lucius reads.
-(gunshot) -(muffled shouting)
It's the only one I can really see.
One appears to be a heavyset woman in a silk dressing gown.
Have a seat... Please.
-The rowboat? -Captain Badminton: Oh, come on now.
Ahh!
-Respect. -You'll never leave here alive, pirate scum!
(clears throat)
(all chattering)
-Do you like mine? -Wee John Feeney: That's such beautiful material.
♪ You have waited for to be mated with ♪
Give 'em somethin' to really stick their teeth inta.
-Roach: It's your bet. -I know it's my bet.
The wooden puppet looked down at his legs, his hands, his feet.
Yeah, I find the, uh, the feel of silk very invigorating.
-Captain does the voices. -Roach: Talk like a wooden boy.
♪ Shy as a shadow ♪
but... I expect she's our beauty.
Just go for a walk.
How 'bout Jim? He looks experienced.
All right, come on.
So... I pay my crew a salary.
Well, no, they almost always end in terrible bloodshed.
Oluwande: Oh, that's a kill. There's a kill.
Well, guess it's time.
♪ There's only one way
At long last, he'd become a real boy.
♪ You will begin to grow
problematic in a leader.
No offense. I know you're mates.
For example, if your average pirate doesn't steal, he doesn't eat.
(shuddering gasps)
Yeah, cats are terrifying. Everyone knows that.
All I'll ever be.
Hey, come on, mate. I'm gonna have to sew that up now.
Quite something, isn't it?
Well, Jim's seen the most combat,
Row, Baby Bonnet! Row!
Rec center.
That'll be lovely, yes.
But you were so fat... and soft and weak.
Buttons: All right. No, just lift your leg up, Captain.
Yes!
-(all groan) -Goddammit!
may be what's contributin' to the poor overall impression.
That's one nice thing about him.
Who can say? All I know is...
And when we weren't killing or drinking,