Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm making sure a hawk doesn't swoop down and carry me off.
Well, any luck?
* Uncharted desert isle *
* The weather started getting rough *
[argument continues]
Timber.
Okay, Skipper. Let's try.
I repeat, silly superstitions incocted by ignorant savages.
He's so unselfish. I think for a friend, he'd turn inside out.
Oh, yeah, you're right. Okay, Skipper.
Oh, not a bit.
Every part of you feels calm
It's the other eye, Skipper. It's the other eye. The eye.
Gilligan, will you concentrate?
- What's on your mind? - What's on your lip?
Sure we will. Take off your shoes. Walk in a straight line.
* Five passengers set sail that day *
That's exactly right.
- You. - Oh, Lovey.
Little buddy. Gilligan. Look.
It wasn't your fault, Gilligan.
Oh, I don't. It's completely unscientific.
We were, until you started to be a party pooper.
Yes, dear.
Skipper, my dad was real short I used to look down at him.
- What's that, Gilligan? - I have a shooting marble.
Oh, that's the old pioneer stud, my dear.
You'd have your choice of leading ladies to pick from.
Oh, it's almost an hour.
Somebody will step on it. Here hold these. Here.
When you're in trouble and need help. Who do you go to?
And don't get yourself lost like you did that jewel.
That ice-cream was dropped from a plane.
- You know who. - I know but tell me anyway.
- My eyes? - Yeah, they're not sad enough.
- Now make a fist. - Uh-huh.