Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, not everyone can be a Howell.
* No phone, no lights no motorcars *
* A three hour tour *
[thunder rumbling]
I may climb up on top of my money and jump off.
Hold it, don't!
Everybody's treating me too fancy. Like I was made of glass.
Stay there my little beauty and I'll get you.
Well, that's more than I give Mrs. Howell for her pi..
Oh, he's really gonna make it, Thurston. He really is.
Ah, mother. This is our day.
And you're willing to give up all that?
It was hard to make cream from coconut milk
'Cause it sure sounds like they're having fun.
Gilligan, even the best of us have our little accidents.
It's wonderful the way you made this tar
No hard feelings, boy.
[music]
One royal foxtrot or one royal waltz.
Oh, that must've been murder. Let me dirty you up a little.
How come you're not yelling at me?
- What? - You heard me, son!
Yuck! I better go take a shower.
'Yes.'
I'll help you hang the clothes and we'll go butterfly hunting?
(Gilligan) 'You're insulting the family tradition.'
Our best friend.
They do?
We don't need any sheep for the royal table.
- Hello. - Hello.
So we can be friends like we used to be.
- 'Well, Gilligan, look at you'' - Doesn't he look snazzy?
- You do? - Certainly.
Everybody treats you with more courtesy and great respect.
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, Thurston, we haven't got a son.
Marvelous. Like it was made for you.
Never mind that, Gilligan. Make him another drink.
Ginger specialty of coconut cream pie.