Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, Tattoo, excuse me.

I gave that up. I don't think there is such a thing as mind reading.

[ Door Closes ]

Twenty bucks for the vase okay?

to rehearse our play in such authentic sets.

Didn't you hear me?

- The big, hard-looking cop was Fallon-- Sergeant Gus Fallon. - [ Indistinct, Muffled ]

All right. Um, I've been giving a lot of thought...

wayward husbands and deadbeats of all sizes and shapes.

No, but I think you knew I would.

Mr. Roarke, all my life, I've tried to be a reasonable man,

Tattoo, I just noticed-- you're not wearing your turban.

It looked like one of those second-rate roadhouse joints you find back East.

taking your mother back to some of her other kids.

and then somebody saps me from behind.

I find anything, you're the first cop I call.

Thank you. You see, Tattoo, being the owner of Fantasy Island...

Something wrong, Tattoo?

I think I've just about got this baby wrapped up anyway. [ Sniffles ]

I went to Arthur to talk to him about Peggy's debt.

He beats almost everyone.

You're really proud of yourself, hmm, boss?

Peggy will be prosecuted, jailed.

Nobody ever does anything nice for me.

You're takin' the fall.

Aw, I don't know. The food's not bad.

You'll have a drink with me,

Rest assured, we are prepared to refund the price of your fantasy,

[ Sniffles ] So why don't you just, uh,

I presume this is the detective you said you were going to engage.

[ Chuckling ] Can I buy you a drink? Sure.

you suppose there's any place worse than this?

I'm really very excited about all this. I'm so glad.

[ Boy ] When do we eat? [ Woman Sneezes ]

That's how I knew you were gonna say,

Stanley, you're lying to me. Why are you lying?