Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lots of luck, Professor.

- What are we gonna do? - Come here, darling.

Where are we going?

- Never mind that now. - I wanna be friendly.

Well, it's worth a chance. In here, we'll starve to death.

They thought we were Gods until Friendly Henry stopped talking.

That man's got a good head on his shoulders.

I still got goosebumps, but at least they're warm.

If everyone wants to keep nice and warm, I know a perfect way.

I'd say this fellow is a member of a fierce primitive tribe.

We're marooned on this island.

Did you say a good conductor?

- You want me to go along? - Yeah, come on, let's go.

- Hi, Mary Ann. - Hi.

* If not for the courage of the fearless crew *

Skipper, I recall reading a Professor Oldenberg's text

* Da da da dum *

It's that square on the triangle.

I wonder what he's using at Lincoln Center.

Professor Oldenburg sighted a case where

[off key music continues]

What happened to him, Gilligan? Did you see him?

- Know the white stuff in this? - It's carbon dioxide.

[replying in tribal language]

- Poor boy, where's Thurston? - They got him.

And you my dear boy, you will be the drummer.

What was that? Sounded like a fog horn.

- Gilligan. - Oh.

You give me the most marvelous idea.