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of your head, then we can try different noses on it.
Yeah, I'll get him six.
Just think how close it's been to Elizabeth Taylor.
[laughing]
And then I give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
What's the matter with her?
- Soft? It's busted-- - You know something?
It'll be better before you go to bed tonight.
You prepare for surgery in the morning.
What is it?
I don't know whether my nose is getting smaller
(Mrs. Howell) 'Can you tell us what we did wrong last time, Professor?'
Yeah, it's your nose, it's so, it's--
It is if you're an anteater.
- Mmm. - Oh, that poor boy.
or my face is getting bigger.
Alright. Oh, this is squishy.
Me with Richard Burton's nose.
You needn't push quite so hard.
And exactly what is that supposed to mean?
(Professor) We're set. Mr. Howell, please administer the anesthetic.
You ought to be happy to be alive.
* The mate was a mighty sailing man *
* And the rest *
- That's it. - Yeah.
A week from tomorrow?
Darling, be very, very careful. Oh, that's nice.
Yes, he believed every word. It's lucky I'm a good actress.
- Cero who did Brugia what? - Cyrano de Bergerac.
- Must be my nose. - Oh, yeah.
Say...how's that nose coming along?
(Gilligan) Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Hi, Skipper, what happened to you?
Be-be careful of that wrist, Mary Ann.
He must have fallen out of the tree, Professor.
Your face is rugged now, it just gives it so much strength.
Mrs. Howell, you place your hands under his back.
Skipper, what time is it?
- Maybe you need a bigger ball. - Thanks, Gilligan.