Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't compromise your principles, honey. Don't do it.

currently in production here on Fantasy Island.

Spence, next time, let's call a cab.

He knows nothing of yours or Mr. Randall or Mr. Jackson's presence.

We can talk about it over lunch.

Nobody. Tell him, Shirley.

You afraid that I might take it away from you if you show it to me?

Oh, come on, you guys. Get up.

Honey, if you should need somebody...

as is your acrobatic second-story man, Frank "Spider" Randall...

You turned down an offer for money?

and her husband of two days, Spencer MacLean.

the front office feels the picture needs some punching up,

[ Liz ] Shirley's having lunch with Arthur Gantman.

I think, uh, Miss Russell, you know this gentleman.

So, uh, who is this Arthur what's-his-name?

but I'm with ya.

I really like this merry-go-round I'm on.

[ Roarke ] Oh, I took the liberty of inviting him, Miss Russell.

It's Spence. What?

Thank you, Mr. Roarke. It's been very enlightening.

[ Voices Overlapping ] Hurry up, will you, now?

Come on. Pick it up. Pick it up.

Otherwise, why would you risk stealing that file in order to protect our relationship?

But in actuality, it is Mr. Randolph's fantasy we are charged with fulfilling.

Ah, ah! Too late for heroics.

welcome to fantasy island

I figured we were a little bit rusty,

Hey, puttin' on a little weight, eh? Oh, why not?

I'm really surprised, and I'm very excited to see you.

the other part of my fantasy,

- Are you ready? - Uh-huh.

Oh! Somebody better pinch me to make sure I'm alive.

[ Squawks ] He likes sunflower seeds, you know?

Are you now certain that, uh,

Come on. Let's get to work.

After all, you're a star.

[ Tattoo ] Never heard of them or her.

Come on. Let's get out of here. I'm dead?