Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Calico Jack laughs)
-And maybe you don't know him at all. -Aw!
(struggling) ahh-eee...
Jack! Whip my balls!
Ed.
(Buttons crying)
All (chanting): Whippies! Whippies! Whippies!
Sorry, Buttons.
Okay, and do we think this is more of a spat
Well, wake his ass up then!
Sometimes, sea captains drift apart.
-'Member he just beat us down? Just, just-- -Yeah, yeah.
Some of us are tryin' to bask in moon glow!
-Oh my god. -Frenchie: Don't need to be a dick, man.
He's dead.
-We were blowing stuff up. -(muttering): Sorry, sorry...
-Night. -(door shuts)
Impure thoughts... some.
("The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac playing)
Blackie?
Take care, mate.
♪ You would never break the chain ♪
No, no. They're just an old
Bullseye, bullseye! That means you drink!
Yeah, well, when they tie an anchor around your leg
About to have a coconut war.
♪ Damn your love, damn your lies ♪
-Did you say the room is free? -No, no, no, no!
I just got paid a visit by my old shipmate,
(both laughing)
Just for the two of you, huh?
-Makes ya borin'. -I'm, I'm trying to put the revenge part behind me,
Later, losers.
(music ends)
Just wanted to... offer my condolences.
(dark music playing)
Come on! It's gonna be a blast.
You're a vicious, terrible beast!
(crying)
I wolfed down a lot, a lot of food unnecessarily.
-(cheering) -Turtle doesn't even have a chance!
♪ ♪
Oh, no, that's our nook.
♪ ♪
You must be Olivia.
Missed.
so there's no change there.