Wild grapes were discovered on the island, and with the Professor's help, the crew decided to brew wine out of them.
The grapes were harvested and put into a vat salvaged from the Minnow. Ginger and Maryanne had the duty of stomping barefoot on them.
Gilligan came by. He scooped a pot into the grapes to get out the juice.
"That looks like fun," he said.
"It is," sand Maryanne.
"Why don't you join us?," said Ginger.
"No, I'd better not. I don't think my feet would give a good flavor to the wine!"
He left.
"Can you remember the last time you drank wine?," asked Maryanne.
"Yes. It was at a Hollywood party, a few days before our voyage. I think I drank a bit too much of it; I danced barefoot on a table!"
They both giggled.
"How about you?"
Maryanne thought for a bit. "I think it was at a restaurant. I went out with a guy. I don't even remember his name, anymore."
"Restaurants—I miss them."
"Bars."
"Stores."
"Clothes stores."
"Boys!"
They groaned.
Ginger lifted her left foot up and looked at it. It was stained with juice and grape gunk.
"I hope I don't get permanently purple feet!"
"We can wash them off in the surf. I don't think the grapes will stain them."
"Hmm."
She put her foot down. However, it pricked on something. She lost her balance and fell into the grapes!
"Ginger!" She helped her up. "Are you all right, honey?"
"I guess so. Just a little messy!"
Maryanne looked closely at Ginger. "Hey, that's my shirt you're wearing!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. You borrowed it from me, a few days ago, remember? It was one of my only white shirts—well, not any longer! Ginger, you're no longer my friend!" She walked away from her.
"Maryanne!"
Suddenly, Ginger put her hand in the grapes, pulled out a clump of them, and hurled them at Maryanne!
"You're no longer MY friend, either!"
Maryanne gave out a cry. Then she put her hand in the grapes, scooped some up, and threw them at Ginger!
They continued throwing grape slop at each other. Then they grabbed each other and began grape wrestling!
They tired out, after a couple minutes. Then they looked at each other. By now, they were both soaked with grape juice, and their clothes were stained purple!
Suddenly, they burst out laughing, and they hugged.
"I'm sorry, honey!," said Maryanne.
"It's OK, sweetheart!"
They helped each other up.
A cat-fight is always fun to watch, and the others stopped what they were doing to watch them. When they finished, Gilligan said:
"Hey, maybe you girls will give a special flavor to the wine!"