Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I object to the word "whim."

♪ Oh yeah ♪

Hold on. Hold... on."

-Ooh! -(Mary gasps)

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

Well, it wouldn't be as special on that

how Mary's painting career blossomed.

Is everythin' all right?

(sucks teeth) Situations evolve.

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

Blackbeard's right-hand man.

Clearly, I've had too much to drink.

♪ I have to climb, oh yeah ♪

(Doug chuckles)

♪ I creep through the valleys ♪

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

On to the next.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

♪ Guess I'll take my time ♪

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

(harpsichord playing)

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

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

It changes you...

♪ To reach there ♪

We need a corpse.

-(Stede yells) -(horse neighs)

(gasps, murmurs)

You're quite the specimen.

Oh, that's just my kitten, Ned.

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

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

(light music playing)

Don't bother. He's dead.

He's my painting instructor.

More like pure tone.