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When I was G Thurston Howell IV I had to be neat and clean.

I wasn't even gonna catch him. Stop!

* For a three hour tour *

Oh! Stop, royal daddy. Stop, royal mummy.

First thing in the morning. What do you do?

You don't wanna be my father anymore.

Rest of your stuff, Gilligan. Well, off to your new home.

- Martinis, anyone? - Yes, I can use a drink.

but he didn't want to hurt our feeling.

I'll go catch some and bring it to you, okay?

There goes another one.

No, it's incredible, he didn't want to be a Howell

Skipper, control yourself. He didn't mean to.

All I want to do is hunt butterflies. Away.

* Are here on Gilligan's Isle *

Gilligan Thurston Howell IV.

with your royal masculine cuteness.

They believe thatswhat I am. How do I tell, I'm not.

Oh, Skipper. Try to think of it as this way.

Go away. Girls are pests.

'And when we get back home, you'll be rewarded..'

I'll help you with the clothes and we'll go butterfly hunting.

- Your Highness. - Hm.

Later, my liege. Right now there's much work to be done.

Professor astronomer, you wanna hunt butterflies with me?

You're very vulgar.

Oh, no! Oh, Gilligan!

* In the tropic island nest *

* It's primitive as can be *

Oh, Thurston, he really didn't want to be a Howell, did he?

No, Skipper. I don't wanna rest. I just wanna help tar.

- That's great. You hear that? - What do you mean, Skipper?

I'm sorry, Gilligan. I-I really am.

'If you would grant the equipment I ask'

My, don't you look handsome today.