Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Making piña coladas.
- I ought to wring your neck! - This was all just a ruse.
[gasps] Oh, my God.
- Uh, no offense. - None taken?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you think you're doing?
We can't let Sterling beat us to that damn idol.
Well, but since they're out of the quicksand...
Not a whole person, asshole.
[cackling]
- So? - So we can cut the ropes with it, dummy.
Does that mean we're not getting married?
found the idol, and are just yucking it up!
- Yes, you can, now come on. - It's four years of writing.
- Tupua? - Oka atua, do not play dumb with me!
I think my electrolyte levels are low.
Oh, you're welcome.
- What, oh, no, shh. - Kekkozat!
Well, unless you know something I don't...
- I don't know. - What do you mean
All right, already. Come on! We don't need all this junk.
I'm an anthropologist.
Because of its magical powers.