Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here, try some moss.

You see, I'm keeping track.

* Are here on Gilligan's Isle **

We all go through this sort of thing, Skipper.

Go ahead, go ahead. Choose one, choose one.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I won't stand for it.

- This is a race, move. - Come on.

Not unless one drops out of an airplane.

I guess that's because you're Taurus.

* The weather started getting rough *

I'll never give up, Howell. In fact, I'll beat you.

A little lower.

[thunder rumbling]

There you are. I win, you lose.

- What did you call him? - Who?

But, fortunately, my cronies call me

Oh, Mr. Howell, after you through unscaving him

* If not for the courage of the fearless crew *

* To make the others comfortable *

In other words, I will not lose to the Skipper on purpose.

There he is, a big-strong-handsome man.

* With Gilligan *

You're not giving up after 39 tries. Are you, Skipper?

Oh, attaboy. Rexy baby.

- Gilligan, would you stop that? - I think I'm all mixed up.

You've, uh, changed your mind?