Oluwande: Ah, yeah, the five love languages.
Oluwande: [points to Stede] My parents never told me they were proud of me.
Oluwande: [points to Lucius] I'm so fucking tired, let me rest for five minutes.
Oluwande: [points to Roach] I love stuff.
Oluwande: [points to Frenchie] Please pay attention to me.
Oluwande: [points to Stede] Touch starved.
Stede: Come on, Oluwande-
Stede: Why did I get two?
Wee John: Roach just said 'I have an appetite for destruction' then leaned down and untied my shoe.
Blackbeard: I thought I was meowing back and forth at the cats for the last hour.
Blackbeard: Turns out, it was just me and Stede meowing at each other back and forth from different parts of the ship.
Roach: That's one of my biggest fears.
Lucius: What is?
Roach: If I ever, like, woke up as a donut...
Lucius: You'd eat yourself?
Roach: i wouldn't even question it
[planning to attack another ship]
Stede: So what's the name of the target?
Frenchie: The cat's name is Oreo.
Stede: That's not what I asked.
Frenchie: That's what I know.
[first few episodes]
Blackbeard: Any word about Bonnet and his crew?
Izzy: They found a dollar on the ground and almost killed each other because there was a vending machine nearby.
Blackbeard: Gotta keep it profesh, you know?
Izzy: Yes, because that's what all professionals do: they call it 'profesh.'
Oluwande: Almost hit Buttons with my car today. I was pulling up to the house and apparently he didn't see me. So this guy darts out in front of me and I hit the brakes-
Oluwande: And he fucking dabs.
Oluwande: His automatic reaction to almost getting hit by a car was to just fucking dab. His LAST MOMENTS would have been a sick ass dab.
Oluwande: i'm worried about him
Stede: Is he always like this?
Blackbeard: Oh, yeah, you shoulda seen The Great Jenga Tantrum of 1710.
Izzy: IVAN BUMPED THE TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT.
Stede: Oh, the sweet irony of his death. He was designed for this life- yet never meant to endure it.
Ed: What happened?
Stede: i dropped a goldfish cracker in the bathtub
Stede: What's with the napkin on the glass door?
Oluwande: The Swede keeps walking into the door, so I thought this would help.
The Swede, entering the room: Oh, wow! A floating nap-
The Swede: [walks into the glass door]