Thurston: We'll just stroll by very casually, you see, and ask him if he itches.
Lovey: Darling, that's such bad manners. One can't go up to a perfect stranger and ask him if he itches.
Thurston: Well, he's not a stranger, and we know that he's far from perfect.
Lovey: Yes, well anyway, I think the whole thing's ridiculous.
Thurston: Darling, I had hoped to protect you, but I must tell you the truth. Our little friend Gilligan has only 21 hours left.
Lovey: Left for what?
Thurston: Then he goes to that great deserted island in the sky. Only 21 hours.
Lovey: Oh but doesn't he pick up an hour west of the Rockies?
Thurston: Darling, you don't understand. He was bitten by a bug.
Lovey: Darling, that's silly. We've all been bitten. This crazy islands filled with bugs.
Thurston: This is the dreaded mondoconi. Or is it conomondi? A deadly bug with a green body and yellow wings.
Lovey: Oh what a terrible color scheme. No wonder it's deadly.