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Good grief.

Boss, it's time to play You Bet My Face.

Try to guess who am I.

Humphrey Bogart.

Oh, boss, stop kidding around.

I worked months on my impression of Groucho Marx.

You know, for the big amateur show?

No. Don't you think it's too much?

Definitely.

Shall we greet our guests?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Boss, look.

It's Danny Baker, the famous comedian.

He breaks me up.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Baker is here for the holiday and also to be the

of ceremonies for the big Fantasy Island amateur night show.

Does he have a fantasy?

No. But the young man with him does.

He is Mr. Jerry Burton, and for the past eight years, he's been Mr. Baker's

writer. Wow, what a terrific job. Perhaps, but it's a long way from the

excitement and warmth of the spotlight.

Mr. Burton wants to step out of oblivion and into the center of the stage, where

he can fulfill his fantasy to be what his employer is, a star comic.

Boss, I don't think even you can help him.

Mr. Burton looks like a king -sized nothing.

Miss Linda Larson.

She looks like a lady who can handle her own fantasy.

Does she really need us?

She didn't come for herself, Tattoo. She's here to help her sister, Sandy.

Sandy was well on her way to become a top fashion model until she was injured

an automobile accident five years ago.

That's very sad.

Yes, it is, Tattoo.

Her desire to live seemed paralyzed along with her legs.

Until a year ago, when she began a pen pal relationship with a man in prison.

His letters seemed to fill her with happiness and a desire to live and get

What did the letters say?

She never shared the contents, the truth.

She never told her pen pal she was crippled.

Then, three months ago, his letters stopped coming for some reason. And

been depressed ever since.

And that's why your sister brought her here?

To cheer her up?

Much more than that, Tattoo.

Sandy doesn't know it yet, but she's here to finally meet her pen pal, Mr.

Michael Banning.

But, boss, you said he was in prison.

Unfortunately, yes. Maximum security.

And at this moment, he's being flown from a military prison in Japan to

Leavenworth Prison in Kansas.

But, boss, how are you going to bring them together?

My dear guests.

I am Mr. Rock, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

And, uh... This is where we'll hold the amateur night show, Mr. Baker.

I think you'll find our stage rather well -equipped.

Yeah, everything looks okay, but I'm going to fix it up a little. You don't

mind? Put some more speakers in the back of the house, will you? I want to make

sure they hear me. And get some lights up front. Look how dark it is.

What's with the schmuck to hang in here?

It's going to block about four tables.

Let's hear it for another great impression from the wonderful tattoo.

Good evening, music lovers.

Tonight I would like to play for you, for my first selection, one of my all

-time favorites, the Beer Barrel Polka.

Hey, that's great.

Put a couple of lines about the shrimp in my act, huh? See you later. Bye,

Roark.

Uh, Tattoo?

Tattoo?

Yes, boss?

I think that is sufficient.

Thank you so much.

It needs a lot of work, huh?

Uh, well...

Mr. Burton, why don't you have a seat?

Oh, thank you.

Danny Baker relies heavily on you, doesn't he?

But I must say, he didn't seem unappreciative. No, not really, despite

abrupt behavior.

Are you sure you want to quit your job and become a stand -up comedian

Sure than ever, Mr. Rourke.

You see, Danny's planning to fire me next month when my contract runs out.

Why should he want to fire you after, what is it now, eight years? Eight

successful years together?

Maybe because Danny's a comic and comics always resent their writers.

You see, they think it's them that's funny, not the material.

But whatever the reason, my time's running out and I need that fantasy

I see. Now, would tomorrow night be quick enough for you?

Tomorrow night?

You got me a date that quick?

Oh, that's great, Mr. Roar.

Yes, your first engagement as a stand -up comedian.

Yes.

I've arranged for you to be the opening act at a small nightclub on the north

side of the island.

It's a bar, actually, called the Bucket of Suds.

Its clientele consists mostly of workers from the pineapple plantation and off

-duty sailors.

Heavy drinkers, but good laughers.

Mr. Rourke, I'll take it.

And you don't know how grateful I am.

Fine. Then I'll tell them to expect you, huh?

Great.

Oh, if you'll excuse me, I got about nine pounds of jokes to write for Danny.

At least I can leave him laughing.

Thank you.

Mr. Rourke, your island is the most beautiful place I've ever seen.

I am delighted.

Okay. Now do I find out why you brought me here, Linda? To cheer you up.

We're quite good at it, if you'll give us the chance.

I'm sure you do, Mr. Rourke.

I just wish I could cheer up.

But I keep thinking of all the things I can't do anymore.

Your sister's morale does seem very low, Miss Larson. I told you, Mr. Rourke.

She's been like that since Mike Banning's letters stopped coming. I

telling you I'm very skeptical. I mean, how can you possibly get Mike Banning

out of prison and on this island?

You must have faith, Miss Larson.

This is Fantasy Island.

Mayday, mayday.

Pilot to tower. This is airport zebra whiskey zulu 2515.

What's going on? What's happening?

Lots of oil pressure in the starboard engine.

Fuel pump's going on the port side.

We're gonna have to set her down in the ocean.

I'm gonna crash. Get me out of these.

Mayday! Mayday!

This is Air Force Zebra Whiskey Zulu 2515 calling anyone.

Can you read us?

Pilot to tower. Mayday! Mayday!

Air Force Zebra Whiskey Zulu 2515. This is Fantasy Island.

You are approximately 40 miles northwest of us on a bearing of 320 degrees.

We have an emergency landing strip on the south end of the island.

Please alter your heading to 160.

I repeat, 160.

10 knot crosswind out of the east. We're now turning on final approach.

Wheels down and locked.

Zebra, Whiskey, Zulu, you're coming in too hot.

Throttle back.

Throttle back.

Gentlemen, I am Mr. Roark. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Well, thank you, sir.

My name's Victor Grennan. I'm a federal marshal. This is my prisoner.

You got someplace I can lock him up while they're getting the plane fixed?

Does your prisoner have a name?

Yeah. Mike Banning, Mr. Roark.

Like I was saying, where can I lock him up?

Nowhere, Marshal, uh... Grennan.

Marshal Grennan. I'm afraid not only can you not lock him up...

I'll have to ask you to remove the restraining belt.

Oh, but you have nothing to worry about. There is no escape from the island.

Look, he's my prisoner, and I'll chain him to the plane if I have to.

Please, Marshal Grennan, this is my island.

I am the law here.

The only law.

You listen to me, punk.

I have never lost a prisoner, and you're not going to be number one.

Try getting off this island, you're going to get yourself killed.

When you hear the chance to change, there's someone on the island you might

to see.

I don't think I know anybody on this island.

I'm referring to Miss Sandy Larson.

Your pen pal, you remember?

Yeah.

Is she here?

Sandy.

Yes, she's here. On a little vacation.

I'd prefer not to see her.

Well, that's surprising, since the two of you...

Have corresponded for over a year and haven't met.

Yeah, well, it was all right for a while, but I had my reasons, and I don't

them anymore.

I think you know how that is.

No, I don't.

Perhaps you should tell me.

Well, in prison, they take away all your privacies.

They search you down to your underwear. They go through all your mail, incoming

and outgoing.

And in the outgoing, I'd slide in all those little niceties and live good.

Do good, be good. To impress the board.

I see.

I was up before the board about three months ago.

As you can see, they're not exactly taking me to the Mardi Gras.

No, they're not.

I see. Then her letters meant nothing at all to you.

Well, some, yeah.

She's good people. It's just that... I think you should see Miss Larson anyway.

Oh, really?

Really.

If not...

A fuel pump to fix your airplane's engine might conveniently be

found in the next few minutes.

That's how it goes, huh? That's how it goes.

Agreed?

Looks like I have no choice.

Where would you like your sandwiches, sir?

One thing about Mr. Rourke.

He has a great man at his side.

Tattoo. Tattoo has to be at his side because if he stood in front of him,

talk into his knee.

Talk into his knee. That's terrific.

Oh, thank you.

Hey! I never touched you.

Jerome Bertinowski.

What?

Jerome Bertinowski, Miss Henning's French class.

Erasmus Dinowitz High?

It's me.

Mary Margaret Doyle.

Say, too?

Very more?

Is it really you, Mademoiselle Doyle?

It's me. Oh,

but I can't believe it's you. You look so distinguished.

Oh, merci beaucoup.

I mean, back in high school, you were always so shy and everything.

It's a year. You're always hunched over with your face in that book bag.

Well, that's because I was very sensitive about my braces.

I had so much wire in my mouth, I couldn't even talk during an electrical

That's right. They used to call you a... A metal mouth. A metal mouth. Right.

Oh.

And remember what they called me?

Skinny. Skinny.

Skinny, skinny Mary Doyle has a bill like olive oil.

I filled out.

Mary,

if I knew you were going to turn out so great, I probably would

have taken my head out of my book bag a little early.

Sit down, please.

Gosh. I always thought you were so funny.

You must feel real proud about writing for a big star like Danny Baker.

You know what I do?

Are you kidding?

I mean, you always said you were going to write Broadway plays, and I guess

you've even done that.

Not yet.

Mary, I'm going to stop writing for Danny.

I'm going to be a stand -up comic on my own. No more Invisible Man.

Well, that's terrific.

I mean, if that's what you want to do, I'm sure you're going to make it.

You always were talented and a hard worker.

Could I come watch your act?

I'd laugh like anything.

Yeah, sure, of course.

Golly, but right now I've got to deliver these jokes to Danny.

But listen, we'll talk about this later, okay?

Okay.

Wonderful to see you again, Mary Margaret.

Au revoir.

Au revoir.

Oh, Sandy.

Mike.

There you are in the flesh.

You're taller than I thought you'd be.

Oh, yeah.

When I told you how tall I was in one of those letters, you remember?

That's right. I remember now.

Yeah.

You're prettier than I thought you'd be.

Oh, well, thank you.

Are you finished dating?

Look it down.

Take a walk if you want. Talk someplace in private.

No.

No, this is fine.

I thought the two of you might want to move around.

Mr. Rourke, how could you?

It doesn't make any difference, Mr. Banning.

No. Well, then why don't you help the lady?

I don't need any help.

I don't want to go back to my bungalow.

Oh, I suggest that our lagoon is much prettier.

Why don't you take Miss Larson there? It's okay. I don't want to go. I think

should, Miss Larson.

I don't need any help.

I wasn't going to help. I was just going to put my hands on the handles so it

looked like I was helping.

And there you are, my dear. It'll be $1 .80.

Oh, you... You look gorgeous, honey.

That's a terrific suitless bathing strap you almost have on.

You better hide in the woods before the border health closes your body.

There you go.

Hey, isn't this fun, playing in the woods?

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

Tattoo. Glad you're here to see this.

After I deliver these, I'm free. It's Arrivederci, Danny. Hello, my new

Unfortunately, Mr. Burton, there is a slight problem.

Problem?

Apparently, the reputation of the bucket of suds wasn't as unjust as the

proprietor claimed.

It seems they had a brawl there a few hours ago.

Now, the proprietor apologized profoundly and requested a 30 -day delay

opening. Apparently, that's the sentence he'll receive for assault with intent

to commit great bodily harm.

Naturally, I told him to forget the whole thing.

But, Mr. Rourke, what am I going to do now? I mean, you promised me my fantasy.

And you shall have it, Mr. Burton. You shall have it. I have booked you as part

of the amateur show tomorrow night.

You will be seen not only by the audience, but by several booking agents

have promised to attend.

That's terrible.

I beg your pardon?

Mr. Rourke, Danny is the emcee of that thing. When he sees me up there, he'll

slice me to ribbons. Believe me, he has a master at that. I have seen him tear

comics apart.

I wouldn't stand a chance against him.

It's just... Too good at putting people down.

Does that mean you are refusing?

If you'll excuse me, I better get these jokes to him.

Boss, what's wrong with him?

I thought his fantasy was to become a comic like Danny Baker.

It takes more than desire to fulfill any fantasy, my friend. The element of

courage is indispensable to the realization of any dream.

Folks, folks, if I can have your attention, please, everybody.

Please, attention, everybody.

As you know, tomorrow night is our big amateur talent show.

And I want you all to be there. Because I'm going to be there, and I hate to

work alone.

And just to give you a sample of the fun we're going to have tomorrow night, I'd

like to read you some of my latest ad libs.

Oh, but first, hey, let's have a big hand for our Mr. Rourke, huh?

And how about a pinky for tattoo?

Oh, that too, too. He really is something else, let me tell you. You

Rourke wanted to give him his fantasy, but it was a little hard to shrink down

Raquel Welch.

Then he tried dehydrating Dolly Parton, but that was a bust, too.

A bust, you know, a bust.

Since you didn't know about this thing, why'd you stop writing?

Well, Renna, things are the same.

I don't believe you.

We were at it for a year.

I got bored, you know.

Bored of my mother for as a year old.

Your letters didn't sound like you were bored.

You know, if I wanted to, I could probably sell a wristwatch to anybody

nothing on the inside.

Your letters had insides.

They weren't the letters of a game player. They were filled with feeling.

But sharing a few fantasies with you about our making love is...

Well, it's not very hard to do for a

guy that's locked up.

I don't care what anybody thinks. All I care about is getting out of prison.

You know what's really sad?

Here we are in person for the first time.

All we can do is argue over what was.

I guess I don't know why you wrote what you wrote, but I do know what your

letters meant to me.

Come on, get out of my way, short stroke. I got to see that boss of yours.

And what is the meaning of this, Marshal?

Everything's under control, huh?

Nothing to worry about, right?

Well, that's what you said, wasn't it, Mr. Big Shot?

Approximately, yes.

Well, then suppose you tell me where my prisoner is.

I saw him with that crippled girl and now he's disappeared.

But like I told you, he can't get off the island.

Well, now I'm telling you, he's attempting escape and that's going to

killed.

Speaking of drunks.

What about the drunk that put a dime in the parking meter and said, Hey, what do

you know? I weigh an hour.

Hey!

Oh, come on. How about a game of one -on -one? Oh, no.

No, no. First rule of basketball.

Never play with a girl taller than yourself. It's my ball. I'm going to

and go.

Sorry.

I heard today that you turned down a performance that Mr. Rupp set up for

I didn't know I was important enough to make the local gossip.

Well, actually, nobody's talking about it. I just happened to ask Tattoo what

was going on with your new career.

Why do you want to know?

Because... Because why?

Because I like you, Jerome Bertanowski, and...

And I remember how when you were a little kid, you were always kind of shy

afraid. But it never stopped you.

Not even when that big bully dared you to fight him. Remember?

Maniac Malone. Right.

Right. Was he mean.

He used to go around biting dogs.

Yeah, and you showed up in this huge pair of pants pulled up around your chin

and you said, no hitting below the belt.

So what's really the matter?

Why won't you do it?

I'm scared stiff.

Of Danny.

I know what he could do to me. Why put myself through it?

Oh, I see.

So you have changed then.

When you were a kid, you would at least show up to face the bully. You won't

even do that now, will you?

Will you stop it already?

He'd make a fool out of me in front of everybody.

Not everybody.

I wouldn't think of you as a fool no matter what happened or how it turned

In fact, I'd be very proud of you.

Suppose nobody laughed at my material.

I'll laugh.

Because I happen to think you're the funniest person in the whole wide world.

And an excellent basketball player.

You kiss much better without braces.

I told you you was going to get yourself killed.

Marshal Grennan!

As I warned you, you have no jurisdiction on this island. You pull

and it's murder.

You will be treated and tried like a common criminal.

Now, guys all over the world in prisons like to see you again, eh?

I suggest you go back to your quarters.

You can ride with me, Mr. Banning.

Thanks, I owe you one.

I believe you left Miss Larson in the middle of a conversation.

Perhaps you should explain to her why you stopped writing.

It's terrible. You had better do something quick.

About what, Tommy? What happened?

We were on a boat ride with Danny Baker, and the engine conked out. We swam

ashore, but Danny can't swim, and he stuck out in the bay.

But he's got a show to do tonight. No way.

Well, there is only one answer.

Instead of just a guest appearance, you will have to go on in Mr. Baker's place

as MC tonight.

Me? Yes.

Tonight?

Yes. I can't do that.

Oh, well, of course you can. You can use the material that you wrote for Danny.

Certainly. I will make an announcement and then call you at the proper moment.

Mr. Oh, and Mr.

Burton, break a leg.

Break a leg?

Yeah, that means good luck in show business.

And boy, am I going to need it.

What brings you back?

Well, I got caught.

I thought you had a right to know the truth.

It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does.

Then I hassled one of the guards back in the prison.

He had it in for me, see.

Later on the laundry room at night, tried to do me in with his club.

He's the one that got done in.

Anyway, he told the brass, of course, that I started it, so they denied me

parole and gave me another three years.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, it's got everything to do with you.

You're a good girl, and I didn't want you to sit around for three years

for those dumb letters.

Dumb letters?

I'll tell you about those letters.

I was lying in bed, rotting away, waiting to die when that first letter

Do I look like I'm lying in bed waiting to die right now?

No. No, but nothing.

What was it you said when you were writing all those positive things for

censors? No one should give up.

Play it straight.

Find out where you fit in. Keep reaching higher.

Well, maybe you didn't believe that stuff, but you sure convinced me.

What are you trying to do, grind yourself?

Let go of me!

It's those dumb letters you wrote that gave me the idea to get in the pool.

Well, you're a good swimmer.

Those dumb letters had reason and purpose.

You know, I fantasized long before I came to this island about you and me.

I even thought that maybe my legs wouldn't matter to you. Wasn't that

No, it wasn't.

Don't move.

Stay there.

What are you doing?

I'm good in the water.

I fit in the water.

But you said, keep reaching higher.

Don't let anyone limit you.

You said you'd hang in there and keep trying.

You said with love in your heart and faith in your mind, you could do

You said you were right.

It's not bad for a girl who was lying there waiting to die when a dumb letter

from a convict showed up.

You know,

It took a beautiful man to write those thousands of words.

I'm not going for it.

You did it, not me.

I'm no hero.

I'm no God.

I don't want any credit.

And I sure don't want any responsibility for you.

So just forget it.

let us give a fantastic welcome to Mr. Freddy Weller.

I want to go to Fantasy Island, Fantasy Island,

and let my desires run free.

I want to go where there's nothing but fun, and I can become someone

I've always wanted to be.

I see me now on Fantasy Island, Fantasy Island,

where everyone's smiling at me.

With someone to fan me and someone to hand me. I drink when I want it as I lay

beneath the coconut tree.

Maybe Danny won't... Maybe Danny will show up. Maybe what... Maybe Danny will

get back in time and I won't have to go on.

Come on now. You're going to be great.

Let's take a trip.

To Fantasy Island Thank

you so

much, Mr. Weller. You see, I promised you a pleasant surprise.

And now, to kick off our amateur contest...

Your master of ceremonies for the evening is a young man who will be

own comedy debut on our stage. I think you'll find him most amusing.

It gives me great pleasure, ladies and gentlemen, to present to you Mr. Jerry

Burton.

Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you, Mr. Rourke, and thanks to all of

I'd just like to say right at the outset what a tremendous thrill it is to be

working in a classy place like Fantasy Island, because most of the joints I

in are very tough, and I'm talking tough here. I mean, I worked in a place that

was so tough, the doorman used to shove you through the mail slot, just like

that. And this place was tough.

I said to the bartender in this place, I said, hey, I'm looking for a very cold

martini. He showed me a dead Italian in a meat locker.

Freezer. Excuse me. It was in a freezer. It wasn't in the meat locker. There.

And the food in this place.

Tough food. Tough. They had a thing there that they call.

They call it a do -it -yourself ham sandwich.

Loaf of bread and a live pig.

Or a loaf of pig and a live bread. I don't remember which one.

But I found a fly in my soup at this place. Had cement around its feet.

Or asphalt.

But this is tough. I mean, not as tough as this.

But, ladies and gentlemen, the first contestant on the amateur night bill. He

the one man on Fantasy Island with a one man band.

Come on out here, John.

We're gonna rock it everywhere.

You were wonderful.

Oh, sure. They loved me.

That's why they didn't laugh.

Mary, I can't get to them. I'm not funny.

Not the way Danny is.

There is only one Danny Baker.

But there is also only one Jerry Burton.

Don't try to do your material the way Danny would do it.

Be yourself.

Rock and roll.

Boss,

Danny Baker is back. He's gonna kill Jimmy.

Thank you, Don.

What's this?

Looks like a knockwurst wrapped in a French flag. Who needs it?

Hey, listen, folks, you know, Don is not a professional musician.

He is actually a VIP, very important person. He's got 5 ,000 people under

Mows lawns in a cemetery.

Um, you all know Mr. Tattoo.

He's a wonderful guy.

So is Mr. Rourke. They gave me a big opportunity here tonight.

And I'm blowing it.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Burton, do you know you happen to be my favorite comedian?

Danny?

Is that you?

No, it's Fidel Castro, but since I shaved, nobody knows me.

Of course it's me, silly, in the flesh.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Danny Baker.

I don't care about anything. I think you're hilarious.

As a matter of fact, I was going to send you a fan letter.

Why couldn't you send me a fan letter? Well, I didn't know how to spell...

Listen, Danny, I'm not going to get into a battle of wits with you.

Yeah, why not? Because I never fight an unarmed man.

But seriously, folks... You have to admire a man like Danny Baker. He has

probably the finest comedy mind in the world. That's true.

Unfortunately, it happens to be in my head.

Hey, Danny, come on. Isn't that true? Haven't I written all your lines for the

last eight years?

Well, I can't answer that right now. Why not? Because you didn't give me

anything to say.

But I don't need a writer to say this, kid. And this comes right from the gut.

You make me sick.

But seriously, Jerry, why don't you tell the folks what you really and truly

think of me? I'd be glad to, Danny. I always look upon you as my melancholy

baby. Your melancholy baby.

Head like a melon, face like a collie.

I'm making them laugh. No, we're making them laugh together.

And we'll go on doing it this way. This is great. Hey.

How about this fantasy island? Is this some terrific island? Some. And how

this hotel? What a hotel. Listen, I wouldn't want to say the bellboys are

-hungry, but when I ordered a deck of cards, they made 52 trips.

52 trips.

And the rooms, do you believe how small these rooms are? Small rooms. My room is

so small.

How small is your room?

My room is so small, when you get into bed, the doorknob gets in there with

You've got to go out in the hallway to check.

is so small, even the mice are hunchbacks.

There's something I have to tell you.

Your letters did me good, too.

You know, I've been bad since the day I was born.

And after you, I started to straighten my act out.

I stopped taking things from guys.

I stopped intimidating people.

That's what you call a model prisoner until that guard gave me that hassle.

What happened back at the swimming pool?

Why'd you leave me?

You scared me.

How? Well, you... You thought I did something great and I didn't.

I mean, I'm not always faith -filled and strong.

I can get weak and scared.

You started to depend on me.

I was afraid one day you'd turn to me and I couldn't deliver when you needed

most.

I needed you when you wrote that first letter.

And I needed you desperately when you walked in here and sat down.

You've always delivered what I needed you.

Yeah, but don't you see all that... That fate stuff and reaching high and all

that, that's... That came from inside me after I knew you.

Don't you realize why I stopped writing you?

Because I was falling in love with you.

Those are the nicest words I've ever heard.

I love you too.

We won't have much of a chance.

Don't we?

A year ago, you didn't care about anybody.

And I was a cripple.

Now you tell me you love me.

And I've taken a couple of steps.

I'd say together we've done a great job.

Do you... Do you have any idea how much I love you?

I'm afraid I am losing you.

Are you afraid right this minute?

Neither am I.

Can you imagine what we'll do when there's no mailman in the middle?

Oh,

thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Three years should go by pretty fast as long as she's waiting for me. Oh, you

may not have to wait three years.

Information has come to light that the guard was responsible for the incident

that prevented your parole.

And they've sent another marshal from Japan to take you back for a new parole

hearing.

No more mailman.

Learned a great lesson, Mr. Rourke.

Never let tattoos set up your boat trips.

You might not make it back to shore.

But I'm really glad it happened, though. It made me realize that Jerry was more

than just a kid.

And if I let him go when his contract ran out, I'd be losing the best part of

act.

Goodbye, Mr. Rourke. Goodbye, Mr. Baker.

Goodbye, Mr. Rourke. Thanks for me, too. Oh, a pleasure, Mr. Burton. Bye -bye.

Goodbye.

And thanks for making my fantasy come true, too.

I guess I've been in love with Jerry since high school.

Hush, now don't you cry.

Hey, boss, how do you like it?

Amazing. Tattoo, I take it back. That is the best Bing Crosby impersonation I

have ever heard.

Please sing some more. Please, please.

Over in Killarney Many years ago

My mother sang a song to me in tones so

soft and mild.