Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're in deep shit, Greybar. What the hell are we gonna do?

this opsec...is clean

But the sea is part of me now too.

You, you, old man.

What're we going to do, Captain? We can't just sit here and freeze to death.

Paddle your rump back here and steer this boat!

- You know the captain? - I should say so. He owes his entire career to my daddy.

shoe salesman-looking creature!

You’re one of them fancy lads, aren’t you?

- Who are you? - I'm, uh, young Nathanial,

All right, you icy bastard! How about a hot cup o' joe?

It's painfully obvious to me that you have no idea who you're dealing with here.

Let's get something to eat. Come on.

Come on, we've gotta finish before my husband, Mulligan, comes home.

My big Teddy. Thanks.

First of all, I was minding my own business until your son yanked me up here.

Come on, it was just a joke.

Thank heavens. There's still some life left in her after all. Thank you, Lord. I owe you one.

- Am I missing something here? - Holy shit in a handbasket. This moron got on the wrong boat.

Hopeless. Absolutely, utterly goddamned hopeless. I don't know why we keep trying.

- Okay, fine. Do it quickly now. - Okay. Let's see here.

P-whipped. Now, I'm confused. Isn't that French for pudding?

"My wouldn't it be jolly-jack splendid to spend a fortnight or two in Hawaii?"

Listen, do yourself a favor. Don't let 'em give you any of that flank steak bullshit.

Oh, Jesus. Where the hell are we?

Fish sticks ain't gonna be the same without ya.

You couldn't be cuter. You're so adorable. Oh, my.

Do not be embarrassed, cabin boy.

Well, ah, if she's a refined lady, and I'm sure she is,

Tonight, after they've all fallen asleep,

I know why you are here.

Kiddo, you are "A" number one in my book, you know that? You are top dollar.

What? Are you drunk or something?

That's a relief.

That's right. No more fish sticks and chocolate milk for our cabin boy!

Are you sure this is what you want?

Oh, greeting, fellow fishermen.

This little system's workin' out great.

As soon as we get to the island, he's history,.

uh, cabin boy of The Filthy Whore,

Sometimes if we've had a little too much to drink we tend to say the opposite...

So, he'll be happy about this, huh?

I'm going to kick me some sailor-boy ass.

You're the best cabin boy ever, you little monkey!

"Hang in there. You're doin' a hell of a job."

What happened to you?

Fellas, I was just thinking. I'm sure my daddy would give you all jobs at the hotel.

judging from his appearance, that's the most appropriate name I could come up with for him.

Good morning, Paps.