- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Someday she's got to marry that volcano?
- The Princess' Father: It is our tradition that one favored by the gods must marry the volcano to appease its wrath.
- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Jes, imagine that dame married to a volcano. There's sure going to be a lot of smoke around their domicile.
- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Hey, what is this? Where am I?
- The Princess' Father: My son, you are on the island of Wally Wally.
- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Willy? I mean, really?
- The Princess' Father: My son, you must be very hungry. We have prepared a feast of poi, in your honor.
- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Swell! There's nothin' that I like better than a piece of apple poi.
- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Hey, buddy. Are you Doctor Witch? I mean, the Witch Doctor?
- The Witch Doctor: Ugh!
- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Look, I'm in love with a gurl; but, she won't give me a tumble. Now, what can I do?
- The Witch Doctor: A love scent.
- A Shipwrecked Sailor: Okay. Mix me up.