Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and no more dive-bombers tonight, Huh?
Gilligan, my boy, let me tell you something.
Yeah, tranquilizers.
- Oh, there we are, Lovey. - Here you are, darling.
Better hurry. That woman's gonna be flying over at any time.
Sure! All you need a screwdriver and a pair of wire cutters.
* Aboard this tiny ship *
(Professor) 'Hi, girls.'
(Skipper) 'Harris, give me that radio manual.'
* Here on Gilligan's Isle **
[mimicking gunfire]
Mrs. Howell stands on your shoulders
[thumping]
Thanks, Gilligan.
I figure, you do the talking. I don't wanna cause any trouble.
Ah, no dear, you asked me to get these for Gilligan.
He mustn't be awaken. We'll never learn what we wanna know.
Quiet.
she should be passing right over our island.
That was my dream last night, not yours.
You'll be on the bottom
Why?
O-oh! I think you need to burn the fish a little more.