Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cashmere maybe, but wool never.
He's on his way, I'm coming down.
Alright, girls, go.
Gilligan was out fishing, and this is what we landed.
That's it.
* They'll have to make the best of things *
Alright.
Duke Williams, this is Ginger Grant and Mary Ann Summers.
You mean, to both of them at once?
but that's all I'm gonna remember about this island.
No time for idle chat and not with a Duke on the island.
Mrs. Howell.
* But Duke will make it anyway *
And then giving her a fast goodbye so me and the guys
In fact, I've had other things on my mind
What's wrong, lady, you lose something?
Just like I was telling Mary Ann
Aye aye, sir.
Professor, a reverse tsunami, is that possible?
- Hello. - Howdy.
* Will do their very best *
What? He hasn't swallowed any water yet.
* It's primitive as can be *
Baby, isn't that what I always say.
- Oh, Duke was so bumpy. - Is that bad?
'but the doctor is taking Duke back to his hospital room.'
We have to do something to discourage him.
- Well, I like little muscles. - Oh.
'Girls want him to leave too.'
- ...184.. - Duke, Duke.
You got to have a body to do that.
Oh, Thurston. Oh, it's the right thing at the right time.
Now you try.
- What's wrong? - Duke.
Okay now, oops, here we go.
Ah, that figures, why else would Gilligan have thought of it.
Come on, Ginger. Time for fun and games.
- Gilligan. - You want me?