Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, don't be. There isn't time.
This rat-- Prentiss-- he's after her money too. Is that it?
Well, what is it, Spence?
- Another one? - Pepper?
When do we get started?
Well, she believes they have come to Fantasy Island for her honeymoon.
I got the file, Spence!
- I hope you understand. - Couldn't you even tell us where he's keeping the file?
Mr. Gantman's going to make me a star.
- I was standin' on it. - Yeah, I know.
It's a world of compromise.
And this kid's the worst.
Scene 48, take one. All right. Action.
[ Winnie ] Then I accept, Tom. Thank you.
Not an uncommon trait, especially among blackmailers.
Spence! Spence--
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What he wants this time around...
Oh, hi, hon. We'll see you later, Spence.
That's a good question.
[ Roarke ] Well, MacLean is the name he has been living under...
[ Chuckles ] You're living in the past, old man.
How did you guys get up here ahead of me?
I am very glad. And will you tell me something, Miss Russell?
Well, your official biography states...
It's work, hard work
No! But Desmond Vaughn--
Oh, I forgot. Yeah.
Sure, I understand. I was just looking forward to being with you, that's all.
It's strictly business, Bill.
Scene 48, take four.
Congratulations, Mrs. MacLean. You've got yourself quite a guy here.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
- Honey? - I don't know.
The shindig that Arthur Gantman's throwing in your honor tonight.
Here she is, Mr. Gantman.
Push the button. Open the gate.
Well, it's a beginning.
It's work, hard work.
[ Man ] Barstool!
Oh, hi, I'm Bill. Ready?
for another reunion next year, Mr. MacLean,
Well, good. When can I see you?
Oh! Oh, come on. Get down out of there.
At least I don't let my body deteriorate.
Where's our eager young starlet? Here she comes now.
Nothin'. You're great, baby.
Places, everybody.