Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

However, amnesia isn't hopeless, anything can happen.

[thunder rumbling]

Never mind all that whispering.

So are Mr. and Mrs. Howell.

I'll stay here and tend to the wounded.

That's a silly thing to say, I'm not a ma'am.

Would you mind if we switched hammocks?

Professor, I'm too tired to be tired.

Come on, Mr. Howell, I'll get the signal flags.

* Aboard this tiny ship *

Sometimes it'll clear up by itself.

Never mind that, come out of there.

- And Ginger you take this here. - Okay.

He should've kept them in his big shoes.

Down here feels like I'm sinking in quicksand.

- A-ah. - What's wrong, Gilligan?

Six Japanese prisoners in 15 minutes.

somebody ought to finish our work.

- Where? - I'm too tired to remember.

* The Skipper brave and sure *

Skipper? Mm, hm, I hate to do this, but, uh

- I did? - Yes, yes, you did.

You're one of those ventriloquists.

I don't know how you're still almost down there.

And, Ginger, put yours over here, okay?

It reminds me I need a haircut.

Oh, I know what it is.

Will you prisoners be quiet?

How ranky you want, ho?

You think we've packed it in the steamer trunk?

According to the reports by the navy maneuvers

We surrender on one condition!

But...why do you keep calling me "The Skipper?"

- Your ship? I'm the Skipper. - I'm the Skipper. It's my ship.

What have I done? Oh, no.

* You're sure to get a smile *