Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You've no faith, Professor. - Not in fantasy or wishes.

You've got to practice yogi.

Mr. Howell, you sure I'm going to find the answer this way.

Professor, I notice it hasn't stopped you

They don't build their nests on weak branches--

Wish we were in Los Angeles. Wish we were in Chicago.

Count me out too. Hollywood would have to do without me.

Oh! What-what happened to your head?

Eye of the idol. Eye of the idol.

What possible difference could my attitude make?

It'd go much faster, Gilligan, if you'd just help.

Ah, darling. I need some new pearls.

It'll be between here and the oyster bed.

- That's possible, Skipper. - Trust in me, little buddy.

logic and intelligence.

Now you can count on me, sir.

Oh, where are you?

I can't leave the Professor and Mary Ann and the Howells here.

- Oh, yes. - Oh, yeah.

Yogi? You want me to be a baseball player.

(Skipper) Gilligan, I think that's deep enough.

I wish for 20 billion dollars in the giant economy size package.

Trading stamps?

Not fair leaving the Professor here by himself.

Just think mole. Just think..

I wished for vanilla ice-cream.

Oh, darling. You're so witty.

Gilligan, that is enough.