Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Me? Oh, come on. Don't tease me. -Uh-huh.
Do you remember your policy about pets aboard your vessel?
-That's my-- no, that's my hips. -That's it! That is it!
I've a more lucrative proposal in mind.
Not my problem. Why'd you even do it in the first place?
so I cleverly took the sword on the left.
(young Blackbeard groaning)
-Hold him down. -Okay.
-May I have a word? -Captain Stede: It's a bit like theater isn't it, Ed?
I choose... this. Aaah!
Actually, that's kind of it.
Yeah, well, it's been days since I've cut myself on my sword.
Oh... that'll be from me "summer" teef.
The key... (grunts)
Every man for himself!
it's made from the finest cherry wood in Brazil.
uh, listen.
(all muttering)
Izzy: You're in too deep, Edward.
Oh.
I'm assuming standard duel rules apply.
(sword cracks)
Yeah, that's our little Nordic angel.
Exactly.
She might just answer.
-Blackbeard: Over here, child. -Oh god. He's there!
Seems to me the best move here is... amputation.
Uh, he's really pretty good.
Best thing to do...
(screaming) Have mercy!
Why, I'll never know, but... he does.
would probably be...
Come on. Give a man a warning.
It's what we can afford.
That was embarrassing!
Frenchie: Come on, Captain!
Black Pete: Oh my god.