Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have a car. I am not Tarzan.

But suddenly there he was, my beloved Jessie.

If they're hiking through the jungle, there's nothin' I can do about it.

- Do they know who you are? - What do you think?

- Has he got his boys with him? - No, no, no.

Miss Wilder! She got on the wrong bus. This is terrible.

Bo Jackson? THEE BO JACKSON?

Well, you never asked me.

Someday, if I had the money,

Well, they don't have to know about this.

Joan Wilder? THE Joan Wilder!?

Hold everything. Get a load of this character.

There it is. That's the shrine.

- What? - The purse.

John Weaver? THE John Weaver?

- It feeds into the Amazon. - The one without the bridge.

What's your name?

What are we gonna do now?

Elaine? I spoke to her last week. She's still in Colombia.

Look at those snappers, will ya?

Is this the bus to Cartagena?

- Of course. - You got a deal.

- Where is the nearest phone? - Many miles from here.

Or Michelob, Kirin, Becks, Dos Equis, Perrier, Anchor Steam, Doctor Brown...

First of all, the stupid dame got on the wrong bus.

This is Elaine's favorite drink.

Listen to me. Listen very carefully.

- But they told me this bus... - Who told you that?

Guess who else is here?

How is she? Have you heard from her?

Then you could waltz into Cartagena. You're holding all the cards.

What's the matter? Paralyzed from the neck up? Are you hurt?

Is nothing that I own sacred to you?

Joan Wilder, welcome to Colombia.

We shouldajust rifled her room.

I lost my langostino.

Come in. Make yourself at home.

Can you imagine? Having your husband murdered.

- I can't swim. You know that, Ira. - I'll come back for you.