Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

didn't I?
She-- She's not looking for a second chance, Lucy.
[ Grunts ]
Music, Tattoo.
Like the old, medieval custom of throwing the patient into a snake pit,
This time she's really killed him.
Oh, but I do.
I am Mr. Roarke, your host.
Why should I?
Pierre!
I don't know where it will lead us,
It's nice having you home. And you too, Mrs. Fleming. Grant.
Mrs. Fleming!
He said it was very urgent, sir.
a control you might lose if Janet were to be cured.
[ Rats Squealing ]
Watching you walk off along the beach together.
like that girl in the bus station.
- How do we get to the other side of the island? - I'll take you there myself.
I can't find any cut.
Exchanging our own child for a stranger.
when she moved, I kept remembering the moment she was born.
Kind of sorry for them. I know they'd have kept me if they could.
After that, she stayed and worked.
Cut your foot? My ankle.
Two hundred.
but he's lots of man.
And some people call him--
Sure! Why not?
Where you from? Who are you?
I'd like to seduce my boss.
right here on this island.
De Plane De Plane
- It's weird, isn't it? - We're all adopted.
- Lowell, your back. You're bleeding. - It's all right.
I see my mother told you.
Janet.
Please? Let me show you.
Ah, don't be mercenary, Tattoo.
is eat, sleep and think business deals 24 hours a day.
Isn't it?
[ Laughing ]
Maybe,
No.
You'll be here, pretty and nice,
You and Rosemary were very close for a time,
She ain't like Hota.
Wouldn't someone else like to play? [ Chuckling ]
Now, that's all she's been told.
It's an old New England name.
He's trying to find her. He told me to come back.
'Cause I know the outdoors better than you do.
Janet.
But it does seem curious that... the women you love...
What is it? What happened? No! I'll show you. Come here.
I, uh, guess you know why he brought you here.
[ Grunts ] What are you doing? Let me go!
[ Sighs ] Crickets!
[ Sighs ] Thank you.
found it attached to the mirror in her bedroom.
My wife and I simply couldn't believe it, sir,
[ Laughing ]
No, I think I'd better sit up and, um, tend to the fire.
It's over there. Come on.
who care about her, who love her,
Uh-uh-uh-uh. No questions on Fantasy Island, Tattoo.
Yes, Pierre.