Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought about poison or pushing you off a cliff,

H-He loves this sort of thing.

Everything. Our marriage, my return,

I wrote some lyrics.

um, I missed you.

Does it feel like they're taking an awful long time to come back?

-if it hadn't been for Stede dying-- -Stede: Darling?

♪ Look up at the mountain ♪

♪ Been a good friend ♪

I don't think we're quite at that stage... yet.

Stop crying. It's just the pinky.

Who's, uh, who's Doug?

I forgive you, by the way...

Pirates: Hey... Hey!

I heard you need some assistance.

I don't fit here anymore, do I?

I'm, uh, I'm your father.

So, you won't really be dead?

I hope you find that.

Trust me. I've got an idea.

Who would like this. Alma?

Frenchie: Hey, Eddie, give us another song!

Mary's having a showing of her work in town.

♪ I guess I'll take my time ♪

(Evelyn clears throat)

He's still a, a tad under the weather,

- ♪ You must learn, learn to serve me well ♪ -(screams)

-Oluwande: It was vibes. -Blackbeard: Wow.

-Isn't Doug my father? -Louis!

-(loud banging) -Oh no.

Much work to do.

So, he's, he's sick, but doing well... is the news?

Who likes chicken?

My god, hate is such a strong, a-and wrong, word.

How was your day, Edward?

(mock screaming)

And for that, I am sorry.

-Be safe out there, Dizzy Izzy. -Bye!