Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's a silly thing to say, I'm not a ma'am.

- A-ah. - What's wrong, Gilligan?

Never mind that, come out of there.

It reminds me I need a haircut.

[thunder rumbling]

somebody ought to finish our work.

Will you prisoners be quiet?

Oh, I know what it is.

We surrender on one condition!

Come on, Mr. Howell, I'll get the signal flags.

However, amnesia isn't hopeless, anything can happen.

What have I done? Oh, no.

I'll stay here and tend to the wounded.

* You're sure to get a smile *

* The Skipper brave and sure *

- And Ginger you take this here. - Okay.

But...why do you keep calling me "The Skipper?"

* Aboard this tiny ship *

He should've kept them in his big shoes.

Would you mind if we switched hammocks?

You think we've packed it in the steamer trunk?

According to the reports by the navy maneuvers

Six Japanese prisoners in 15 minutes.

- Where? - I'm too tired to remember.

- Your ship? I'm the Skipper. - I'm the Skipper. It's my ship.

- I did? - Yes, yes, you did.

And, Ginger, put yours over here, okay?

Skipper? Mm, hm, I hate to do this, but, uh

So are Mr. and Mrs. Howell.

I don't know how you're still almost down there.

How ranky you want, ho?

Sometimes it'll clear up by itself.

Never mind all that whispering.

Professor, I'm too tired to be tired.

Down here feels like I'm sinking in quicksand.

You're one of those ventriloquists.