Gilligan's Island Quotes

Jace suggested that the cast of "Gilligan's Island" could go do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.

Jace said that the cast of Gilligan's Island could do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.

Alec flushed. "I think it's more important for you to go than me. You're Valentine's son, I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming." Jace glared at him. "Maybe not at the moment," Alec amended. "But you're usually charming. And faeries are very susceptible to charm." "Plus, if you stay here, I've got the whole first season of Gilligan's Island on DVD," Magnus said. "No one could turn that down," said Jace. He still wouldn't look at Clary.

You cannot blame porn. When I was young, I used to masturbate to Gilligan's Island.

I don’t think my memory of that night is ever coming back.” “Do you want me to hit you on the head with a coconut? It works on Gilligan’s Island.

You asked my opinion and I gave it. Of course you have to remember that if I’d been on the island with Gilligan, he’d have been killed ten minutes into the first episode. Where I come from, incompetence and stupidity are reasons for justifiable homicide. (Varyk)

I think its more important for you to go than me. You‘re Valentine’s son, I‘m sure you‘re the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you‘re charming.” Jace glared at him. “Maybe not at the moment,” Alec amended. “But you‘re usually charming. And faeries are very susceptible to charm.” “Plus, if you stay here, I‘ve got the whole first season of Gilligan’s Island on DVD,” Magnus said. “No one could turn that down,” said Jace. -Alec, Magnus, & Jace, pg.148 & 149-

It was like the time her sister suggested she read Emily Dickinson to the tune of Gilligan's Island. Once certain thoughts got into your head, you couldn't get rid of them.

Now you might remember the professor on the television show Gilligan’s Island. A really smart guy. He powered the island, developed a coconut clock, installed a plumbing and water system. He just never got around to fixing the boat. Brian was effective in just the same way.

Sort of like the Skipper in Gilligan’s Island if Alan Hale, Jr. had been about fifteen pounds lighter and had sported dark, wavy hair. He even wore one of those white caps like him.

Varyk slid his gaze over to the fire that was blazing in the ornate Victorian hearth. “You asked my opinion and I gave it. Of course you have to remember that if I‟d been on the island with Gilligan, he‟d have been killed ten minutes into the first episode. Where I come from, incompetence and stupidity are reasons for justifiable homicide.

The desires our little family couldn't afford to indulge had never seemed important, only snobbish and silly and somehow misplaced, like Thurston Howell's priorities on Gilligan's Island. Besides, I'd had as much or more money than most kids I'd known in Brooklyn, if somewhat less than the majority of my Manhattan schoolmates at Stuyvesant, so figured I was somewhere in the middle. Yeah, sure, that was it: I was middle class.

Ah, the Gilligan's Island conundrum: why were the Howells on a crappy three-hour excursion cruise in the first place, when they could've been on their diamond-encrusted yacht? And why did they bring so many clothes?" -Riley

As the show's executive producer, I envisioned something akin to "Gilligan's Island" meets Lord of the Flies meets Ten Little Indians mets "The Real World." "Survivor" marks a return to a core element of adventure: staying alive.

Because of Emily Dickinson's frequent use of common meter (four lines with 8, 6, 8 and 6 syllables), it is possible to sing most of her poems to the tune of "Amazing Grace", "The Yellow Rose of Texas", or even the Gilligan's Island theme song...

American-ness-ness-ness Some of us will authenticate our American-ness by either claiming we've whooped ass in wartime or have Cherokee blood dancing in our veins. But what really defines us as Americans is our unwavering conviction that we know all the words from the theme songs of Cheers and Gilligan's island.

Just sit right back And you'll hear a tale A tale of a fateful trip, That started from this tropic port, Aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin' lad, The Skipper brave and sure, Five passengers set sail that day, For a three hour tour, A three hour tour. The weather started getting rough, The tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew The Minnow would be lost. The Minnow would be lost. The ship set ground on the shore Of this uncharted desert isle With Gilligan, The Skipper too. The millionaire And his wife, The movie star, The professor and Mary Ann, Here on Gilligan's Isle. So this is the tale of our castaways, They're here for a long long time. They'll have to make the best of things, It's an uphill climb. The first mate and his Skipper too Will do their very best, To make the others comf'terble In their tropic island nest. No phone, no lights, no motor car, Not a single luxury Like Robinson Crusoe It's primitive as can be. So join us here each week my friends, You're sure to get a smile, From seven stranded castaways Here on Gilligan's Isle!

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Did you know that a lot of Emily Dickinson’s poems can be sung to the theme from Gilligan’s Island? Not kidding, this is totally legit.

It couldn’t be good that Megan’s passengers were singing the theme song from Gilligan’s Island—“a tale of a fateful trip.” Or that two of them were snoring loudly. Halfway back to Lost Harbor and they still hadn’t sighted anything for the tourists to write home about. She’d better come up with something fast, or her online reviews were going to be brutal.

I’d say the guy was just plain nuts. Who wants to die for some stupid bird?” “I bet he didn’t think it was a stupid bird,” Garrett said, “especially if he traveled all the way down here from Minnesota to protect it.” By this point, Red was pretty sure he and Garrett would not get along on a long-term basis. “Little son of a bitch cared more about birds than people,” Red said. “That kind of thing—taking a stand—changes the world,” Garrett said. “Think of the guy in Tiananmen Square.” “Where?” Red asked. “Or the students at Kent State.” “Never heard of it,” Red said. “Or Nathan Hale,” Garrett said. “The Skipper on Gilligan’s Island?” “Or, hey, what about the men at the Alamo?” Damn it. That was a good point.

Because I could not stop for Death— He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Ourselves— And Immortality. —Emily Dickinson, “Because I Could Not Stop for Death,” sung to the tune of the Gilligan’s Island theme song, if you’d like

I looked around the tiny bathroom, at the three of us crammed in. A billionaire, a movie star, and a small town girl. It was some sick lesbian twist on Gilligan's Island. I would have laughed but none of it was funny.

Sure, I would have enjoyed buying that private fantasy island. Yes, I would have enjoyed legally changing my first name to Gilligan and starting my own perfect civilization on that uncharted desert isle—but Mom and Dad knew better. They had foresight to realize I would handle my money better once I was older. Mom became my manager when it was clear we couldn’t afford the costs related to acting unless she got a full-time job. Someone needed to take me to the studio daily and stay there, because it was required by law that every underage kid have a parent or legal guardian around all day. It seemed silly to pay someone else to do that, so she took the job.

I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was Kristy, sitting behind me in a seat by herself. “Stacey?” she said. “I’ve got a terrible problem.” “What is it?” I asked, alarmed. “The theme from Gilligan’s Island is running through my head and I can’t get rid of it.