Gilligan's Island

Gilligan: What good is having money if you can't do something nice for your friends?

Thurston: My boy do you know anything about oil? Gilligan: No, but I worked in a gas station once. Thurston: The American Way: from grease monkey to president of an oil company. Just show you what a man can do if he has a little drive. Gilligan: He can do pretty good if he knows how to putt, too.

Thurston: First of all you have to list all your dependents. Do you have a wife or children? Gilligan: No, but I got a father about five minutes ago.

Thurston: [The check's] made out. But first of all, you have to fill out an income tax form. Gilligan: Income tax form. Thurston: Yes. I didn't know what your salary was and I was afraid that $3 million might kick you into a higher income bracket.

Professor: Why I'd love to have seen the look on Mr. Howell's face when you won all that money from him last night. Gilligan: So would I but it was too dark.

Thurston: Yes, I couldn't agree with you more. Come on, Gilligan, putt. Skipper: Just a moment, Howell. This boy doesn't know what he's doing. Gilligan, I know what's going on in your mind. Gilligan: You do? Skipper: Certainly. You've gotten a little ahead, and it looks like a pretty easy way of making some money. Gilligan: Sure does. Skipper: That's where you're wrong. How much do you think you can win gambling? Gilligan: $6 million if I can sink this putt. Skipper: You see? A whole afternoon wasted, and for what? What? Gilligan: I already won $3 million. We're playing double or nothing.

Thurston: Nobody hustles me on a golf course.