Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No, you do not speak for me, Mel Akuda.

Come on, let's get ready, Mr. Jones.

- No! You just play one on TV.

- It's my pleasure.

Our new 25-year-old weatherman just wants to be liked.

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh whoa, oh, oh, oh ♪

- I missed you, kiddo.

And yes, oh, I know, he's trying to be nice.

I'm feeling good.

- [sighs] Okay.

- But it passed. - Set myself up for that.

Aah! [male voice] ♪ Donut, donut ♪

I know how much you wanted this.

- 8.5. Can I...join you?

♪ I'm the one on di tip a dem tongue ♪

after you came to my office, I looked into your stepfather.

- [chuckling] Stop pretending.

- [huffs] - Me.

- Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Of course, the, uh,

- I broke out the good stuff. - I see that.

I loved it so much.

- Did you get away, Crystal Joe?

They just want younger, longer,

- Well, if it's any consolation,

but I just--I cannot put my finger on what.

and this is my island.

This banquet was catered for your taste, not mine.

- I do, Mel. I do.

- I came to Fantasy Island to stuff my face,

I'd love to stay a little longer, in fact.