Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The work I did I probably could have done in six months.
I'll tell you one thing:
From your doctor, you're on your way out.
So, you'll spend the rest of your life on an island in the South Pacific?
Let me call you back. I got something here.
- Wish me luck. - Good luck.
Doesn't make me feel any better.
What did Daddy hire you to do?
Do you think this is inappropriate for the boat?
I'll take 200 of them.
Brain cloud?
Here. Each one gets sent five catalogues.
That's my father's doctor.
Listen to me.
...you were at his office yesterday?
We have no hero of our own.
There's a Tweedle Dum, too.
...since the fire god got his propers, and the Waponis are scared.
This is Patricia Graynamore.
I feel great.
We better go.
I'm sorry I was so grotesque last night.
All I know is the name means "Little island with the big volcano"...
I'm totally untrustworty... I'm a flibbertigibbet
Is this okay?
Did you sleep with my sister?
I can't. I have the wife and kids at the end of the day.
The Plaza.
I've always kept clear of my father's stuff since I was on my own...
Courage. Courage interests me.
It stinks, but it's a great town.
I'm a grown woman and I live on my father's money.
...I felt I had seen you before?
Have you slept on a boat before?
I have a chance to die like a man. I have to take it!
I am not arguing that with you!
Stop right there!
But what?
These are yours if you take the job.
What's the trunks, Felix?
Why aren't you dead?
- Are you Joe Banks? - Yeah.
Where would you go?
Good for you. Families are a pain in the neck.
- Nice places? - I hope so.
- Then, please, order them. - Watch yourself.
- Clothes. - What kind? What's your taste?
- What? - Marry us.
"Trying to return to Rome, they sailed into the South Pacific...
So, we're going to the island of Waponi Woo.
That's great. Don't come looking for a reference from me.
Because he's never around.
It's not catching, but I have just five or six months to live.
I got to go home. You may have quit, but I have the job in the morning.
Tonight I'm going out in the city.
Kind of tired.
I don't work for him. My transport of you is strictly a favor.
You look terrible, Mr. Waturi.
Dagmar and the boys?
...and he's not great when I do see him.
What'll I do?
Where are you going?
My name's not Felix, it's Joe.