Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-On purpose. -Stabbed him right in the face.

Watch my buttons!

I wouldn't take it personal.

-It's true. -Now, do you want the respect of your crew?

(tense music playing)

-(laughing) -No more buttons.

And also, what if it weren't like that?

Oh my god. Oh my god. It was just an accident.

-and kill. -Captain Stede: Right, that's--

Well, he's a mute, for one, which seems...

Besides, as long as he's around,

-Wee John, was that you? -And what it if were?

can one obliterate before it becomes a bit of a chore?

Permission to blow them to hell, Captain?

-Meow. -(scattered laughter)

-Yeah, yes? -(door opens)

No, no. This is my battle jacket.

Wee John Feeney: Could we just have one more?

Lord knows you haven't done that.

The rumor is... (chuckles)

-This is not happening. No. -Oluwande: Hey.

-(grunts) -(splash)

lily-livered little rich boy.

"Don't panic. I can explain everything."

It's just that they don't like ye.

-Pirate 1: Out! -Pirate 2: What is this fuckin' game?! Fuck!

I'm terribly sorry for firing on you earlier, Stede.

Lucius: Yeah, no, he, he looks pretty stunned.

Roach: What is that? A, a cat?

♪ Huffing and puffing, dressed in the warmest climbing clothes ♪

You're a wonderful sport.

-Do the, uh, the boy voice. -Oh, no, that's okay.