Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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