Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take Roxanne and Cyrano de Bergerac.

I'm going to give everyone lessons in first-aid.

Thanks, Professor.

* Uncharted desert isle *

* Are here on Gilligan's Isle *

For you to sleep during the operation.

I mean we're not aboard ship anymore.

But breathe through your mouth, little buddy.

You know, all through history, women have been attracted

Come along, ladies. This way.

- Skipper, it's not your fault. - It is.

Maybe two coconuts weigh nothing.

This is the way the Dutch girls carry milk.

Gilligan, no matter what you say..

Professor said it'd be a while before that swelling went down.

- A little harder than that. - Okay, push..

Why certainly, Mr. Howell.

I think it's the right consistency now.

I know you're a big fellow

[knocking on door]

Gilligan, I think it's wonderful the way you've adjusted.

Oh, your poor, poor nose.

It'll save your time combing your hair in the morning.

My gosh. I forgot to put a divider in this.

Look, maybe if I bared you like Dr. Beth Casey, huh?

Now, very gently, turn him over.

Away we go. This time, way back, big back swing.

It works like a charm, Mrs. Howell.

How about you, Ginger, have you had any experience as a nurse?

I remember he passed out when I had my ears pierced.

- Everyone ready? - Yes.

And Mary Ann, under his knees.

I don't like it anymore. Everybody hates the way I look.

I look very good in white.

- Well, let's get six more. - There's no more left to get.

Kind of roll over like something--

* Aboard this tiny ship *

It's my fault. I shouldn't give you orders.

At 10 o'clock today, that'll be five days