Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, after all, dear, Gilligan's vote
Take good care of my knife.
She started scratching my back against a tree
Mrs. Howell can't give orders. She says "please."
Oh, you're Taurus.
You're leaving something out.
What does the Skipper have? Me!
I mean, nobody to yell at, that is discuss things a bit.
Gilligan, he's eating the moss.
You're gonna win the next race for me, aren't you?
Sorry, I tried to remember.
Here we are.
(Howell) 'Ha ha ha.'
[theme music]
* The first mate and his Skipper too *
You gonna keep losing to Mr. Howell's turtle?
Oh, sorry, Mrs. Howell.
Big corporations. Everybody looks up to you..
Look happy, like you're eating some steak.
- 'Come on.' - 'Come on, Skipper.'
We're in, Gilligan. We're in.
- Even if I insist? - Even if you insist.
- Gilligan. - You rang, sir?
* It's an uphill climb *
'Eat!'
- I have. - You want to race me again?
I thought it was the eight ball.
You're all heart, Skipper.
Granite-hearted Howell switched turtles, you got the fast one.
Mrs. Thurston Howell is used to a staff of servants.
No, to see the Howells.
Sixteen, that'll be tomorrow.
What do you expect from a woman?
What? W-w-what's Mr. Howell got to do with your carrots?
Please, one more race?
Oh, Gilligan!
Uh, bye, Mary Ann. What was that all about?
If we can't have carrots