Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

From laughing. Get on with your housework, boy?
I have, Skipper, look. It's my boy's scout knife.
You must feel like a prisoner here taking all these jobs.
Now, the matter is closed, dear.
Mr. Howell, it would've brought tears to your eyes.
(Howell) 'No, don't finish. Fall or anything.'
You make that grass look good, Gilligan.
and to take your possession, I couldn't do it.
Never. You can bet the Queen Mary and I'll never do it.
Your sneakers, binoculars, compass, all that stuff.
Well, you might try seaweed or moss
Nobody is gonna underpay my little buddy except me.
- You know what he's doing? - Scaving? Unscaving?
and he's gonna fly through the air with greatest of ease.
a big, strong, handsome man."
Mr. Howell yells but not half as loud.
Where's that boy with my drink? Gilligan!
He's eating the moss.
I'm not an authority on that subject.
May the best turtle win.
* Of this uncharted desert isle *
Gilligan!
Staff of servant. Darling, you're brilliant.
Ha ha, you're right on the target, girl.
Well, of course, you're overlooking one prize.