Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're the one who accused me of being a witch in the first place, Dennis.
All right, well, methinks the rod to be the most suitable for our purposes.
Just use your witch strength, slave.
I've finished listening.
Wait, wait, wait, check his pulse.
What we need is your magical powers
played an extremely important part in history.
So I just want to say, we love what you're doing over here.
Okay, all right, that one got in my mouth. That's really not cool.
- Okay? - We weren't finish yet. Just a...
- Booze! Right? - Booze.
Yeah, bad intel. Bit of a miscommunication.
What are you doing with the accent and the British...? Goddamn it!
- All our guns jammed. - Blame that on your witch wife.
You want the slave, you gotta pay for the slave.
Wait, wait, wait, whoa, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.
- Give me the gun. - Fine.
Keep your pants on, curly.
Okay, that's fair. The end, I guess.
I mean, look at Ronald Reagan, right?
This declaration is gonna start an all-out war.
Maybe you'll get some balls and you can take the woman.
- Oh, thank God. - This is the blood of my men.
Are you saying you're gay?
like a gentleman does a lady.
- Whoa! Hey! - What the hell you doing?
- We won't leave out any details. - A lot more details.
- She's a slave. - Yeah. And a witch.
We're not traders, Charlie. We're thieves.
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- You shit head. - Hey, look on the bright side, Franklin.