Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

You've got to practice yogi.

Professor, I notice it hasn't stopped you

Oh, where are you?

Eye of the idol. Eye of the idol.

Oh! What-what happened to your head?

Trading stamps?

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

Oh, darling. You're so witty.

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

What possible difference could my attitude make?

Now you can count on me, sir.

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

Just think mole. Just think..

Yogi? You want me to be a baseball player.

Gilligan, that is enough.

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

logic and intelligence.

Not fair leaving the Professor here by himself.

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

It'll be between here and the oyster bed.

Ah, darling. I need some new pearls.

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

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

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

- Oh, yes. - Oh, yeah.

I wished for vanilla ice-cream.

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