Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I feel like one of those dogs from Switzerland.
Welcome to fantasy island
Mr. MacLean. I hope you find your accommodations satisfactory.
That's how I knew for certain that you really loved me.
You have wardrobe fittings and makeup tests...
Didn't you know? He's your leading man on this flick.
Ex-movie star. Oh!
Bill!
Don't worry, honey. You are gonna be all right.
Well, Mrs. MacLean, you seem to have gained some friends.
Excuse the interruption, but I just had to see you, Miss Russell.
[ Snoring ] your expert powder man-- he is here and raring to go,
[ Tattoo ] With all that money, what's her fantasy?
[ Spencer ] I'm not puttin' you on. No kidding?
How come it's so dark? Because you're dead.
I could get canned for this.
especially if we're going to invest so much into your future.
[ Vehicle Approaching ]
- Come on. Let's go without him. - Some getaway.
Too late for anything.
my job might have been far more difficult.
I'm afraid the rest is up to you.
Thank you. You're welcome.
And before that, you have makeup and hairdressing and wardrobe.
You can understand that, can't you?
Why? What's her fantasy?
That means splitting up the old gang again.
The switch. The what?
Oh! I wish you hadn't whisked your friends away like that...
First team, please. This is the best I can do.