Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I insist, trying to make up for the way that I've treated you.

Skipper, Skipper. This is great. Absolutely great!

Yeah, bad luck.

He's got an extra set of batteries.

'One, two, three, four.'

- Who's getting married to who? - Whom.

(Thurston) 'I belong to the million mile club.'

* The Minnow would be lost *

What's great, Professor? Take it easy.

Hurry up, Professor. That plane will be over any minute.

- Permission granted. - Thank you, sir.

- Ha, it works! - Great! Great!

Oh, boy, alright, sure.

Let's get out, Professor. That's the kind of insurance I like.

That does it. It's finished.

It's not his fault, Skipper. These batteries are dead too.

(man on radio) 'That was a special news bulletin from Radio Honolulu..'

Of course not. Saw.

* That started from this tropic port *

we would have saved eight.

(Skipper) 'Gilligan!'

And you know something, Professor?

Maybe he'll make one for you too.

- Here you go. - Yeah.

- Yes. - And ten degrees longitude?

* The Minnow would be lost *

[Thurston crying]

In that one hour, we saved six people.

and I wanna listen to the noon day news.

* Like Robinson Crusoe *

We use seawater instead of battery acid to revitalize

That ought to take care of all the money

and all radio stations in the South Sea area.

Don't even have a credit card.

I can't. I think rigor mortis has set in.