Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(Roach laughs) -A feckin' disgrace, is what it is.
"we talk it through as a...
Uh, Mr. Buttons...
or 'cause you've earned it--
We have our eyes on a ship. A big one.
Exactly. 'Member the rhyme?
Woo-hoo.
("High on a Rocky Ledge" by Moondog playing)
Thank you.
me and Jim, we don't do this because we like it.
One day, all this will be yours.
You said to record everything, warts and all,
That's right. A whopper.
-Jam room. -(pirates drumming)
-Captain Stede: What is it? -It's like a flag extender...
What you lookin' at? Get up!
♪ Ful-lil-lad-dee-lil-idi-o
Who said that?
I get it.
(jaunty pirate music playing)
-Right, boys? -(pirates agreeing)
-...and killed. -Why's one skull eating the other?
He's holding his own head.
Still a coward. Pathetic.
-That's women's work. -Oh, Black Pete, come on now.
It's clearly been made by savages.
Um, I'm still in, by the way.
Fuck this! I'm out.
Fish, okay, ah!
He's dreadfully sorry about the cannon fire.
Now, prepare to be boarded, curs!
Roach sewed his own arm up!
(continues laughing)
Baby Bonnet became a big, bad pirate. (laughs)
What's one thing you'd change around here if you could?
(all laughing)
♪ And sharpen up our knives
-(thunder rumbling) -(yelling)
-For what? -To kill Captain.
Is it meant to be this shaky?!
We're not exactly the best crew though, are we?
-Um, bottle it up? -Captain Stede Bonnet: No, Frenchie!
That's a lot of mental pressure.