"Mary Ann, I really like you, which is why I...no, that's not good," said Gilligan, as he paced around with a bouquet of flowers. "I got you these flowers, and I...hmm." He obviously was trying to practice talking to Mary Ann, without getting so nervous. "Mary Ann, I love ya! Arg, no!" Nothing seemed to be working for him at the moment.

"Gilligan?" Ginger asked, "casually" wandering by.

"Oh! Um, hi Ginger," said Gilligan, trying to hide the small bouquet of pink flowers behind his back.

"What are you doing?" she inquired, noticing he was hiding something.

"Umm..."

Suddenly Ginger grabbed the bouquet from behind, and held it up.

"Aha!" she declared.

"Come on Ginger, give that back!"

"Not until I find out who they're for."

"But Ginger!"

"Hmm... Are they for...Mrs. Howell?"

"No."

"Some strange island girl?"

"Nope," he said, shaking his head.

"For me?"

"Definitely not."

"Good. You know, there's only one Ginger Grant!" she exclaimed.

"Don't we all know..." Gilligan replied, rolling his eyes.

"Now, I know they can't be for the Skipper. Unless..."

"NO!"

"Phew! Well..."

"Well, what? Can I have them back?"

"Not until I find out exactly who they're for. I'm sure I missed somebody."

"Can I just-"

"I know! They're for Mary Ann!" she shouted in sneaky victory, as Gilligan's face got as pink as the flowers he had.

"Yeah..."

"You mean you're in love with Mary Ann?" she questioned.

"Umm..."

"Gilligan, just say it!"

"I love Mary Ann?"

"Come on, you can do better than that."

"Ginger, I really want to be alone right now."

"Nonsense. Mary Ann is just crazy about y-" she began, but put her hand over her mouth slyly, to stop talking.

"She what!"

"She loves you, dimwit!"

"She does?"

"Honestly Gilligan, you can be so dense. Anyone could have figured that out by now."

"But I...I..." stammered Gilligan in disbelief.

"I should be going now. Later, Loverboy!" said Ginger, as she dropped the bouquet at his feet.

"Ugh..." Said Gilligan, dazed, confused, yet overjoyed. He didn't know how to react to Mary Ann. Should he give her the bouquet? Or should he sweep her off her feet? "Oh, what am I thinking. Ginger was probably just messing around with me," he thought to himself. "I should go check on the Skipper, and see if he's out of delirium...No, first Mary Ann." Anyhow, he went on practicing what he should say.

"Mary Ann, I love you, too!"

"What?" said Mary Ann, coincidentally wandering by, after Ginger had nearly dragged her by the pigtails without an explanation.