Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Listen up, you doozy-lookin' deuce in shoes!
If you hinder my arrival, I'll just have my daddy put you all on trial and have you hanged.
Hell's Bucket. No rhyme or reason to it.
She's a dietitian. Hey.
What the hell is this?
Uh, could somebody please turn up the heat?
We gave you a carton of chocolate milk. What else you want?
Paps, you've been like the drunken, abusive grandfather I never had.
Okay.
Why must we always hide our emotions, Mr. Macho Man?
That observation's gettin' a little old.
He's found out about me and Calli, and now he must think that I'm out there on the boat.
ever since I ran away from the honor farm.
I might as well go back to devourin' wild boar and sleep on the beach.
These socks I'm wearin' are pure wool and they've been on my feet for three straight weeks.
I was sleeping! And by you yanking me onto this floating Dumpster,
Get 'im! Get 'im!
Bunch of stinkos around here
That's wonderful. I'm flattered when a psychotic becomes smitten with me.
Come here, you little rat bastard.
Oh, geez. Where are you...
Gives me the double-dark willies just eye-ballin' it.
No, you were just lying there like a rat in a swimming pool...
with the crew of The Filthy Whore, like one big, happy,
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I'm sorry.... I was thinking about how much fun it is to roast pumpkin seeds
We're out here for the next three months to catch us some fish!
I thought mealtime could use a little sprucing up around here.
- Can we? - Okay, since you know him and all.
Thank you.
Obviously there's been a little mix-up here and I seem to have boarded the wrong vessel.
I think it's obvious. I'm trying to give him foot pain.
This, uh, thing you're talkin' about.
Look at you. Dirty, shabby, common-looking.
I don't think your Capt. Greybar is qualified to cast aspersions on the character of others.
He did it.
- Please don't harm me. I'm meek as a kitten. Truly I am. - Stop. Cease.
Very few of these exist today, and those that do reside in museums or in the possession...
Fancy lad!
What the hell are you doing?
Oh, forget it. Uh, you really... This one you got me completely stumped on.
And the bad thing is Chocki's kind of flighty by nature.
- Yeah. - Not nearly as idiotic.
Those sparkly, twinkly things. I forget their technical name.
You see, I... am a fancy lad.
Stop it! Stop.
That's one little cute fishy this cabin boy done caught hisself.
What do you think you're doing? This is no time for stunt sailing. Stop this immediately.
Way to go, kid!
Oh, Nathanial.
- I'm done. - Hi.
Hello.
and catch them scaley bastards while they're still groggy!
Hey, where the hell are they going?
I'll feel better once we get outta these waters.
Well, I must tell you, for a yellow-eyed, gamey-smelling lowlife,
Well, uh, I guess I got everything.
Keep 'im occupied, Ted. I got me an idea.
Unfortunately I can't shake your hand I'm allergic to grease
Now, where's that naughty Captain? He knows it's suppertime.
You just stay up there and keep them mascara-caked eyes of yours peeled for icebergs.
I'm not gonna touch you, shake your hand or get near you because you're all of that.
and I wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place.