Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-for each other, remember? -That's right.
If you were to show me the ways of an aristocrat...
This is it. I'm sorry.
Yes! We fucking did it!
No one'll see us in this.
(heavy sigh)
(confused muttering)
once the sea cooled around dusk.
-Fang! -(hisses) Back to work!
-What? -Well, Blackbeard...
-(imitates foghorn) -And stop!
-Wait, what are you gonna do? -I'm sorry.
-be like Blackbeard, even just for a moment-- -(Blackbeard scoffs)
Oh, it's you.
Spare me! I have a family.
-Yes. -Yeah, yeah.
-(laughter continues) -Mary: Stede?
Back to work.
(snoring continues)
Hm? Fucking viking vampire clown with--
I suppose they look like sausages.
No!
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So, we're thinkin' they're gonna kill us, yeah?
For years, I've followed your every whim,
Blackbeard has business to attend to!
(chuckles) Wouldn't that be something?
-Rawr! -(screaming)
It can be a bit of a grind.
Ooh, ooh, and this is my new pal, Stede.
-Twenty, 19, 18, 17, 16... -Uh-oh, time's almost up.
Hola.
Mary, we were just playing pirates.
'Cept we're right in their path.
or... belly-flopping into a volcano.
Wait! Et voila!
Let's not brutalize our guests like that.
-So, listen up. -Frenchie: Yeah.
He probably thinks I'm a fool, that Blackbeard.
I think Jim's strictly for dudes.
we're gonna fuckin' die.
Blackbeard: Should do. Here.
I was just uncomfortable in a married state.
but... have you ever considered retirement?
(stops)
Huge fan, sir. Huge.