Gilligan's Island

Lovey: Girls, I'm in terrible trouble. Ginger: What's wrong? Lovey: I haven't any room for my mink. All those bags and trunks and no room for my favorite fur. Mary Ann: We'll put it in our bag, Mrs. Howell. Lovey: Oh that's dear of you. Now, back to packing. You know, I've never packed before, it's really lots of fun. Mary Ann: Ginger, just think, this wonderful, soft fur come from mink. Ginger: In Hollywood they come from wolves. Lovey: Girls, I haven't any room for my sable. Ginger: We'll pack it for you, Mrs. Howell. Lovey: Oh I don't know what I'd do without you. Ginger: Ooo, mink and sable. I'd just like to crawl right in there with them. Mary Ann: You'd suffocate. Ginger: But what a way to go. Lovey: Girls! Ginger: Her Persian-lined bikini? Mary Ann: Her cashmere girdle? Lovey: Oh girls. Ginger: Leopard. Lovey: It really had great sentimental value. We raised the little darling ourselves. Mary Ann: We'll try to make room for [your coat], Mrs. Howell. Lovey: Now, I'm all through with my packing. If you girls need any help just call on me.

Igor: This calls for celebration. Ivan: With what? Coconut milk? Igor: I have for you a big surprise. Hold this. Ivan: You bring vodka? On space ship? Igor: Only way to fly.

Skipper: Professor, ask them again, they can't keep saying no forever. Professor: All right. Igor. Igor: Nyet. Professor: You're wrong, Skipper, they can keep saying no forever.

Thurston: Gentlemen, I am Thurston Howell III and this, of course, is my wife, Mrs. Thurston Howell III. Lovey: Charmed. Igor: Capitalist. Exploiter. Thurston: Capitalist. Exploiter. I was wrong, Lovey they're very friendly.

Lovey: Darling, they look nice enough. Thurston: So does the Russian ruble, my dear, but it's not exactly the American dollar. Lovey: You know dear, we really ought to go out and meet them. After all, they are our guests. Thurston: But don't forget who we are and who they are. Lovey: Of course not, dear. Thurston: We're the chaps in the white hats and they're the chaps in the black hats. Lovey, would you please come away from that door? Lovey: You know, dear, they promised to take us to Moscow. Thurston: Now, who do we know in Moscow? Lovey: Of course, dear, you're right again. And they probably haven't got a blue book there. A red one, perhaps. Thurston: Exactly, so we just keep our distance. Lovey: Yes, but being aloof if such bad manners, darling. Thurston: Once again, your diplomacy and tact have overwhelmed me. All right, we'll go meet them. But remember, they won't be friendly, my dear.

Ginger: Tell me, Igor, how long do you think it will be before we're rescued? Igor: If we're lucky, it will take long time. Ginger: (to Mary Ann) How about that, a Russian wolfhound.