Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

lily-livered little rich boy.

Permission to blow them to hell, Captain?

-Wee John, was that you? -And what it if were?

Lucius: Yeah, no, he, he looks pretty stunned.

-On purpose. -Stabbed him right in the face.

"Don't panic. I can explain everything."

I'm terribly sorry for firing on you earlier, Stede.

Watch my buttons!

-This is not happening. No. -Oluwande: Hey.

-(laughing) -No more buttons.

-Meow. -(scattered laughter)

-(grunts) -(splash)

Lord knows you haven't done that.

It's just that they don't like ye.

can one obliterate before it becomes a bit of a chore?

You're a wonderful sport.

Wee John Feeney: Could we just have one more?

-Do the, uh, the boy voice. -Oh, no, that's okay.

Well, he's a mute, for one, which seems...

(tense music playing)

Oh my god. Oh my god. It was just an accident.

And also, what if it weren't like that?

No, no. This is my battle jacket.

-Yeah, yes? -(door opens)

Besides, as long as he's around,

Roach: What is that? A, a cat?

-and kill. -Captain Stede: Right, that's--

The rumor is... (chuckles)

-It's true. -Now, do you want the respect of your crew?

♪ Huffing and puffing, dressed in the warmest climbing clothes ♪

I wouldn't take it personal.

-Pirate 1: Out! -Pirate 2: What is this fuckin' game?! Fuck!