Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

* That started from this tropic port *
Oh, good heavens.
Ac-according to the Geneva conference
I'm surrounded by the enemy! Help! Help!
will be able to help the Skipper.
Let's play catch.
Perhaps, you'd better sit down.
Yes. Thurston can signal for the cocktail hour.
Quiet, you prisoners, quiet!
I'm fine and may I say, you are a bit of alright yourself.
I think it means the polo field is clear on Sunday.
Oh, Thurston, you look marvelous.
May JP Morgan have mercy on your soul.
I wouldn't say that. There are few things he hasn't forgotten.
- Where am I? - Where are you?
[sighs]
Will you be quiet?
You can rest here for a while. Used to share this with a buddy.
and we are your friends and you are the Skipper.
- Ah-ha! - A-ah!
- Is something wrong with you? - Oh, I feel fine.
Ha ha.
- A third round of martinis. - But can he signal for help?
You are the Skipper.
Wake up. What you say your name was again?
How could anybody get that idea about me?
* The weather started getting rough *
They came. Get us out of here.