Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything's gonna be alright. Just think mole.
No, got too much on my mind.
Richard Burton and Carry Grant, all rolled into one.
Mr. Howell, you just don't understand.
Hi, dad.
Eye of the idol. Oh, eye of the..
No, wh-wh-why?
- Oh, yeah. - Oh, she found it, Gilligan.
And who would you pick?
It's not working. All I'm thinking is not falling.
- Excuse me. - You can't stay alone with him.
You know whose fault it is? This.
- You never can tell. - I can tell.
Alright. Alright. I give in. But on one condition.
New York. Ohio.
Right now, Skipper. There I reach my pocket and get the--
- Mr. and Mrs. Howell. - 'I'm here, Gilligan.'
- These are last years. - It's flawless, Lovey.
It's empty.
- I should have said Hawaii. - I wish you had.
Oh!
Better than that, I'll buy that little country.
No, not Yogi Bear. I'm thinking the mysticism of the Aryan.
Or the oyster bed, I got this ash-tray.
- Wish we were in Hawaii. - Not now, Gilligan.
Will you stop that?
Heavens to Keenan Wynn.
[thunder rumbling]
- Think bat. - Bat. Yeah.
Well, to get into the mood, you got to think mole.
You should think about a neighborhood
Oh, no.
Ginger, you are hardly dressed for spelunking.
Perhaps, they've to send for it from the Federal Reserve Bank.
we won't have time to wait.
- I love it. - Well, come on.
Three times round the track, sauna bath I'll be usual self.
But we can't give up now.
[mimicking motorcycle]
- Come on, Gilligan. - Oh, yeah.
You know why?
Just wish that you were Burt Lancaster, Laurence Olivier
Here it is. I got it.
* The tiny ship was tossed *
On the contrary we are the ones wealthy enough to do this.
About the second wish, maybe something we could all enjoy.
* Are here on Gilligan's Isle *
That's it! That's yogi exactly.