Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I didn't imagine it either!
- Really? - You're lucky, you and Carol.
Come. [ Sobbing ]
you hardly knew I was alive,
Well, she was afraid.
It's west, 12 miles across the jungle...
I used to read Dickens when I was your age. And Hawthorne.
It was lots of things, but mostly because she's so much like me.
Yes, I know, Benson.
Will you get in, please?
Reconstructing everything.
Pat, Carol or Ann?
Well,
I'll double it! I'll triple it!
A child with a chance to marry the prince in the magic castle.
that you couldn't afford to give her the kind of home and life...
[ Pat ] Mrs. Faber? Mrs. Faber? Lucy, you can't tell her.
Isn't it part of your fantasy to seduce your boss?
Can't even leave the house without letting them know where I'll be every second.
That is my half of the $10,000 you paid for this weekend.
Oh, baby.
I'll pay. Benson!
Especially when she's a woman.
I'll have a vodka martini on the rocks...
Get some flashlights. Quick! Hurry! Yes, sir.
Smiles! Smiles, everyone.
I'd only ridden once before I came here.
- Pat. - Hi.
I've got you.
Pat. Carol.
That's quite a coincidence.
I saw you in the bathtub, dead! What is it? What?
May I-- May I show you to your room?
Some fantasy you dreamed up. More like a nightmare.
[ Sobbing ] And now Mr. Charles is dead!
Then I assure you that you'll go back to the plane without seeing her.
I'm coming. Pat!
Benson! Benson, my leg! Get me out of here!
You are here to fulfill Mr. Benson's fantasy.
I used to come over and play tennis with you.
That may well be Janet's only chance of recovery.
I don't know. Come on back to the house. Simon!
Oh, I'm afraid I can. [ Snaps Fingers ]
[ Gasps ] No!
- Don't tell Pat, okay? - No, of course not.
[ Engine Starts ]
How do you know? You weren't there.
Okay. Sure.
Uh, yes, you're right, Grant.
Yes.
The Team! The Team!
[ Margo ] The question is, which one?
[ Hinges Creaking ]
It was guilt. She thought she had killed you.
[ Grunting Sounds ]
Ahh! Sorry, Tattoo.
I-- I had some errands.
Pat!
Go to sleep.
There might be some things about me you don't know, Margo.
Now why did you agree to this experiment then? Experiment?
You're a scream.
Look at Carol's hands, her little body.
They're fighting for equality, Tattoo.
Where do we find Mr. Maxwell?
Oh, yes, Miss Dean. I should have told you before.
I've got to get back to that plane. How much do you want?
[ Door Opens ]
Roarke?
I know it's Ann. Well, who do you think it is?
if I really do have a natural talent, where I got it.
[ Roarke ] Miss Margo Dean.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm afraid I am.
It's all right, Brian.
Mr. Roarke, I want Janet back the way she was.
Mr. and Mrs. Faber.
It is Pat, isn't it?
The window. The window!
That's not what you said at the meeting.
to the doctors at Lakedale, huh?
Going the wrong way, Miss Dean.