Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm an anthropologist.
- Tupua? - Oka atua, do not play dumb with me!
[gasps] Oh, my God.
Well, unless you know something I don't...
We can't let Sterling beat us to that damn idol.
Making piña coladas.
Because of its magical powers.
- So? - So we can cut the ropes with it, dummy.
- What, oh, no, shh. - Kekkozat!
I think my electrolyte levels are low.
Well, but since they're out of the quicksand...
Not a whole person, asshole.
found the idol, and are just yucking it up!
Does that mean we're not getting married?
- I don't know. - What do you mean
- I ought to wring your neck! - This was all just a ruse.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you think you're doing?
[cackling]
All right, already. Come on! We don't need all this junk.
- Uh, no offense. - None taken?
- Yes, you can, now come on. - It's four years of writing.
Oh, you're welcome.