Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, it's you.
Wait! Et voila!
Spare me! I have a family.
I was just uncomfortable in a married state.
'Cept we're right in their path.
This is it. I'm sorry.
Blackbeard has business to attend to!
-Rawr! -(screaming)
So, we're thinkin' they're gonna kill us, yeah?
(chuckles) Wouldn't that be something?
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-(laughter continues) -Mary: Stede?
No!
we're gonna fuckin' die.
Hm? Fucking viking vampire clown with--
-What? -Well, Blackbeard...
(snoring continues)
I suppose they look like sausages.
-Twenty, 19, 18, 17, 16... -Uh-oh, time's almost up.
-Fang! -(hisses) Back to work!
I think Jim's strictly for dudes.
He probably thinks I'm a fool, that Blackbeard.
(heavy sigh)
-Wait, what are you gonna do? -I'm sorry.
(stops)
but... have you ever considered retirement?
It can be a bit of a grind.
-be like Blackbeard, even just for a moment-- -(Blackbeard scoffs)
once the sea cooled around dusk.
No one'll see us in this.
Ooh, ooh, and this is my new pal, Stede.
or... belly-flopping into a volcano.
If you were to show me the ways of an aristocrat...
-So, listen up. -Frenchie: Yeah.
Hola.
-(imitates foghorn) -And stop!
(confused muttering)
Yes! We fucking did it!
-Yes. -Yeah, yeah.
Back to work.
-for each other, remember? -That's right.
Blackbeard: Should do. Here.
Let's not brutalize our guests like that.
For years, I've followed your every whim,
Huge fan, sir. Huge.
Mary, we were just playing pirates.