Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Doug chuckles)

You're gonna love what we've come up with.

And there I was, in a duel with Izzy Hands,

So... you came in rather late last night.

-(Stede yells) -(horse neighs)

-Ooh! -(Mary gasps)

Clearly, I've had too much to drink.

Is everythin' all right?

We just can't seem to stop hurting each other, can we?

Well, it wouldn't be as special on that

Black Pete: I can do accents. Does that count as a talent?

Blackbeard's right-hand man.

♪ I have to climb, oh yeah ♪

You're quite the specimen.

We need a corpse.

Oh, that's just my kitten, Ned.

(sucks teeth) Situations evolve.

Hold on. Hold... on."

♪ Oh yeah ♪

He's my painting instructor.

It changes you...

(gasps, murmurs)

Aye, 'n the deck's as swabbed as she gets.

Don't bother. He's dead.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

♪ Guess I'll take my time ♪

(light music playing)

♪ I creep through the valleys ♪

More like pure tone.

(harpsichord playing)

how Mary's painting career blossomed.

I object to the word "whim."

They have to believe this without a shadow of a doubt.

I, I don't really like talking about him.

On to the next.

♪ To reach there ♪