Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Come on. Pick it up. Pick it up.

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

Honey, if you should need somebody...

welcome to fantasy island

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

Oh, come on, you guys. Get up.

Are you now certain that, uh,

You turned down an offer for money?

Come on. Let's get to work.

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

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

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

It's Spence. What?

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

currently in production here on Fantasy Island.

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

[ Tattoo ] Never heard of them or her.

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

[ Squawks ] He likes sunflower seeds, you know?

Nobody. Tell him, Shirley.

but I'm with ya.

- Are you ready? - Uh-huh.

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

and her husband of two days, Spencer MacLean.

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

I figured we were a little bit rusty,

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

the other part of my fantasy,

the front office feels the picture needs some punching up,

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

After all, you're a star.

We can talk about it over lunch.

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, ah! Too late for heroics.