Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- My what? - My dad wears a moustache.
A hundred thousand.
Eye of the idol. Eye of..
Of course, you do. Why don't you whittle a while?
* The Skipper too *
of land and floated us out into the lagoon.
I could've lost it in the caves where I got these rocks.
* For a three hour tour *
That's enough, Gilligan.
Gilligan, it's a cat's eye worth about $11.
Skipper, take your shoes off. You have big feet.
French vanilla.
Up you go.
Merely to test and approve. It's nothing at all.
Lovey, you're right as usual. I'll make it easier.
Gilligan found it and only he can make it work.
Superstition, silly superstition.
Oh, the holidays with the Prince and Greys would be divine.
I didn't know there were any of these on the island.
* Now this is a tale of our castaways *
* No phones, no lights, no motorcars *
Hey, that's right. Whoever finds it next gets three wishes. Ha.
* And the rest *
* Here on Gilligan's isle *
A red tri-cycle, no. It's a blue tri-cycle, no.
Professor, what he found is the eye of the idol Mertrezar.
Oh, I'm way past that, Skipper.
I've been duped. I've been taken by that pink cheeked bum-kin.
You know what I'd be all rolled like that.
- In Hollywood. - In Palm beach.
Jesus. Sun is starting to go down.
I wish for a gallon of vanilla ice-cream.
- Only a few hundred thousand. - We'll take home more money.
This is no place to think. Come on, up on your feet.
Oh! Just think mole.
Not an elephant pit.
- There goes Gilligan. - Yes, going, going, gone.
No, Mr. Howell, I stood and said