Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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