Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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