Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, great, 'cause I'm almost starved.
Oh that crazy, wonderful fool.
No, no, no, that's tropical Bola Bola fever!
Alright, Gilligan. Turn off the light.
Yes, unless he's gone the wrong way again. It is a possibility.
No, I don't want anymore.
I don't even think about money anymore.
Here you are, Gilligan.
Skipper loaded it with maps and notes.
And what did they bring me, a filet, that thick.
I didn't say give.
* The mate was a mighty sailin' man *
Wrong Way, he needs a doctor.
Well, we can't let everything go to the last minute.
'What kind of life is that for a young girl?'
- He'd sure be glad to get out. - Right!
Oh. I think I'll have a nice ice cold beer, too.
Come on!
- I can? - Sure. Tomorrow's Saturday.
'"Somehow, I landed on a beautiful tropical island'
She even looked like you.
You better hurry up with the clay.
It's a good thing that you're not over there
- Mission accomplished. - You did it, Wrong Way.
Oh, oh. It's Wrong Way Feldman!
but that didn't bother Old Bucky.
there's 15 more, just like it over there.
'"Although I'm probably not as happy as you are'
I met her back stage.
[sawing]
- Did you notify authorities? - Certainly not.