Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[chuckles] Oh, man, and this is probably gonna sound weird,

FUCHS: Zwei Männer, gehen und finden Schmidt.

like he's just damn dinner. Or a woman.

like the Donner Party or whatever.

- An anthropologist... - I know what an anthropologist is.

just packed with deadly booby traps.

And then here's a trail of four men carrying a much,

As your princess, I demand we get the idol first.

- Lanaluakalani! - LANA: Yes, Father?

- Besso ekla baht! [laughs] - Ek eklan oki.

- NOAH: Oh, my God! - Kekkozat?

- But you just told me to... - Lakundu!

I mean, is that goose bumps or what?

[all gasping, moaning]

I tell you, this is the last straw!

Wait, what? No. No, you can't. I'll be punished.

- Oh, that's just a silly native legend. - Do you even...?

But I'm not sticking around to find out.

Wait. What idol? You mean the tupua?

For the love of God, woman!

[laughs] You what?

None of your beeswax. Wait. Where were you going?

a scout saw another group of warriors headed toward the village.

[laughs] Ja, shooting those damn cannibals.

MALORY: Well? Where the hell are they, bird?

Eh? Zakila koko?

Yeah, right? So then how 'bout it, man?

- Why? - So I can whip your ass fairly.

- CHERYL: Yeah, right? - RAY: Exactement!

FUCHS: Schmidt! Was dauert so Lange?