Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, Mr. Roarke. It's been very enlightening.

Oh, come on, you guys. Get up.

Otherwise, why would you risk stealing that file in order to protect our relationship?

the other part of my fantasy,

It's Spence. What?

Honey, if you should need somebody...

I figured we were a little bit rusty,

After all, you're a star.

Are you now certain that, uh,

- Are you ready? - Uh-huh.

Hey, puttin' on a little weight, eh? Oh, why not?

as is your acrobatic second-story man, Frank "Spider" Randall...

the front office feels the picture needs some punching up,

[ Voices Overlapping ] Hurry up, will you, now?

currently in production here on Fantasy Island.

Come on. Let's get to work.

I think, uh, Miss Russell, you know this gentleman.

[ Tattoo ] Never heard of them or her.

Nobody. Tell him, Shirley.

and her husband of two days, Spencer MacLean.

But in actuality, it is Mr. Randolph's fantasy we are charged with fulfilling.

Come on. Pick it up. Pick it up.

Ah, ah! Too late for heroics.

[ Squawks ] He likes sunflower seeds, you know?

I'm really surprised, and I'm very excited to see you.

but I'm with ya.

You afraid that I might take it away from you if you show it to me?

[ Roarke ] Oh, I took the liberty of inviting him, Miss Russell.

Come on. Let's get out of here. I'm dead?

He knows nothing of yours or Mr. Randall or Mr. Jackson's presence.

Oh! Somebody better pinch me to make sure I'm alive.

Spence, next time, let's call a cab.

welcome to fantasy island

You turned down an offer for money?

I really like this merry-go-round I'm on.

We can talk about it over lunch.

Don't compromise your principles, honey. Don't do it.

So, uh, who is this Arthur what's-his-name?

[ Liz ] Shirley's having lunch with Arthur Gantman.