Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please, one more race?

Mrs. Thurston Howell is used to a staff of servants.

If we can't have carrots

What do you expect from a woman?

Granite-hearted Howell switched turtles, you got the fast one.

Mrs. Howell can't give orders. She says "please."

I mean, nobody to yell at, that is discuss things a bit.

- I have. - You want to race me again?

(Howell) 'Ha ha ha.'

You gonna keep losing to Mr. Howell's turtle?

What? W-w-what's Mr. Howell got to do with your carrots?

- Gilligan. - You rang, sir?

You're all heart, Skipper.

* It's an uphill climb *

Oh, you're Taurus.

What does the Skipper have? Me!

You're leaving something out.

Look happy, like you're eating some steak.

She started scratching my back against a tree

We're in, Gilligan. We're in.

Uh, bye, Mary Ann. What was that all about?

Gilligan, he's eating the moss.

Oh, sorry, Mrs. Howell.

Sixteen, that'll be tomorrow.

- 'Come on.' - 'Come on, Skipper.'

I thought it was the eight ball.

Take good care of my knife.

Well, after all, dear, Gilligan's vote

Sorry, I tried to remember.

- Even if I insist? - Even if you insist.

Big corporations. Everybody looks up to you..

You're gonna win the next race for me, aren't you?

* The first mate and his Skipper too *

No, to see the Howells.