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Good morning, Rock. Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Ah, Miss Wendy Collins.

She's the famous model, isn't she? Yes, Lawrence.

But unfortunately, her beauty is no defense against paradox.

Miss Collins may appear to be the love god's gift to man, but the fact is, an

emotional problem has left her frigid.

What an incalculable waste.

No one is more aware of that than his comments. That's why her fantasy is to

know love and its passions without guilt or innovations.

Sir, I had no idea.

Arthur Crane.

He's one of the space shuttle astronauts.

The man's a national hero. The man is a plumbing salesman. What? Yes, he was

only posing as an astronaut.

One of the many roles he compulsively assumes.

A professional fraud, but he was so convincing. Well, that's part of the

problem. You see, the young lady with him is his fiancée, Miss Joanne Fields.

And if Mr. Crane persists in his masquerades, it could be disastrous for

relationship. What is his fantasy, then?

Mr. Crane's fantasy is to be freed forever of his compulsion to be the

imposter.

The final choice will be his.

A matter of kill or cure.

Maria Guests.

I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I sure wish I could understand some of the dumb things I've been doing lately.

For instance, coming here to straighten out my love life.

It's not as if I don't have all kinds of guys hitting on me.

Really, madam?

Hitting you?

Hitting on, Lawrence.

It's a slang term for display of sexual interest.

Now, holding on to any of those guys, that's the problem, isn't it, Miss

Collins? Well, Mr. Rourke, I was never very interested in permanent

relationships.

That is, until Jeff Barkley came into my life. And then I panicked.

I said all kinds of lousy things to him, and I drove him away.

Thank you, Lawrence.

When we first talked, you mentioned psychiatry.

Sure. There's shrinks out there sailing yachts that were paid for by my office

visit. If the past is prologue, Miss Collins, then airing all wounds might

us better understand the present problem.

There's only one thing you need to understand, Mr. Rourke.

A man fell in love with me.

A wonderful, terrific man.

And I need your help to learn how to... To love him back.

Is that too much to ask?

When you see Mr.

Barclay, that's a question that must be answered between the two of you. You

mean Jeff's here?

As part of your fantasy, I've made special arrangements with Dream

magazine to do a layout of the island for its next issue and for Mr. Barclay

photograph it.

And it would certainly upgrade the layout's importance considerably if a

of Miss Collins' renown were to be involved, wouldn't it, sir? Now, why

think of that, Lawrence?

It's an excellent idea, isn't it?

Sure, it's terrific.

I just wonder how Jeff's going to react.

Why don't you join me at the Twin Falls, which you will find if you follow that

lane over there, in half an hour, and we'll find out.

Okay.

That's it.

Devastating indeed.

Mr. Rourke?

Ah, Mr. Crane. I hope I'm not disturbing anything. Not at all. Please come on

up.

Lawrence? I don't recognize you, sir, without your space helmet.

Oh, you saw me on TV? Oh, yes, as the astronaut.

And in certain newspapers and magazines as an artist, author, a rock star.

I really had fun with that one. Oh, I can imagine.

I only wish Joanne saw things the way I do.

Every time I'm somebody else, it just drives her up a wall.

Well, it does indicate a certain psychological imbalance.

When one feels insecure about himself, it's not uncommon to assume other

personalities, ones which he considers more deserving of esteem, respect.

That was me.

Until I met Joanne, and she made me feel good about myself.

But I still keep doing it. I can't help it.

Yes. Yes, well, I believe we may be able to help you.

Lawrence, for the next two days, I am entrusting Mr. Crane to your care.

Me, sir? Yes.

During Mr. Crane's stay here, you are to be at his side whenever possible. And

if you see him becoming one of his fictional personalities, your task will

stop him.

Two days of just being me?

Yes. I am quite confident you will get through it.

Thank you. You're very welcome, Mr. Crane.

He may get through it, sir, but will I?

Packmate.

Ah, Mr. Rourke. Well, after we finish this fantasy, we do a Japanese set -up

then a wedding fantasy.

What do you think?

Well, in order not to disappoint the people who see your picture, Mr.

think that I had better do as well with my fantasies as you seem to be doing

with yours.

Okay, Jeff.

That's about as close to paradise as we're going to get.

That's my girl. Excuse us.

Okay, Pete. Remember, this is every man's fantasy.

Here we go.

All right, give me the 24.

Thank you.

Okay, kid, show me the magic. Hit me those drums.

That's nice. Very nice. Very nice. Good.

Oh, that's cute.

Delighted fantasy.

Put the hat on.

That's right. Yeah, the hat's good.

Good. Terrific. That's it. Thank you very much. Here we go, Chris.

Carla?

Yeah?

Okay, that's it for Pete. Let's get it set up as a woman's fantasy. Okay, let's

go, girls. Get off those rocks. Come on, we got another set up.

Be careful when you move it. Yeah, but be careful. We don't want to lose the

sun. Let's go. Let's move those sweet little legs. Come on.

Hello,

Jack.

What are you doing here?

I work for a living, remember?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Barclay. I should have mentioned that Miss Collins has

generously consented to be one of our models.

What's the matter? You haven't dubbed on me enough?

Want to see if I have any more feelings left to kick around?

Come on, Jeff.

At least we can be civil with each other, can't we?

Oh, listen to her.

The expert on human relations.

Look, are you really going to stick around and foul this job up for me?

Just who in the hell do you think you are, Jeff? You know, you're only the

photographer.

Not anymore, I'm not.

Mr. Rourke, you want her? Fine.

You shoot the layout, I quit.

Well... Looks like this is one fantasy that's over even before it's had a

to begin.

Not quite over, Miss Collins.

I just wish we could have come here sooner. All those years. This is the

beginning of a great life.

Too tall, or they tell me that your hair is too blonde, so I don't know what to

do. What can I do? I'm trying my best.

I'm sick of your excuses, Marty.

You'd think by now I would have met at least one Hollywood producer.

You'd think by now I would have met at least one Hollywood producer.

Gloria, if you don't like the way I'm handling your career, you can just find

yourself another agent.

Arthur, what's the matter?

You've got that funny look again.

Arthur, no.

Please.

Excuse me.

I'm Arthur Crane. Perhaps you've heard of me.

I don't think so.

Crane Productions.

Hollywood.

California.

May I?

I'm on a worldwide talent search for my next miniseries.

There's a part of me that I think you might just be right for.

The return of Scarlett O 'Hara.

It'd be sensational.

What?

Scarlett O 'Hara, of course.

Really, sir?

Allow me to introduce my partner. This is Larry F.

Selznick, one of the giants of our industry.

Sir! Larry, get our private jet ready for takeoff, please.

We're flying back to Hollywood tonight.

Sir, you must tell this young lady the truth.

Mr. Rock insists.

Mr. Rock insists.

Okay.

I'm not a Hollywood producer.

I sell plumbing.

You what?

Plumbing.

I'm a plumbing...

The gentleman has problems, madam.

But if you'll accept our apology... You know, it's not such a bad idea.

What?

The return of Scarlett O 'Hara.

I've got to talk to my agent.

He moveth in mysterious ways.

Have you cancelled my plane reservation to the mainland?

Yes, Mr. Barclay. I'm sorry if it's inconvenienced you, but this situation

between you and Miss Collins puts me in a very awkward position.

Why should my problem with Wendy put your nose out of joint?

Because Mr. Rourke went to a great deal of trouble to get your magazine to do a

piece on Fantasy Island.

Yes. Why should we lose the publicity merely because a photographer has a

disagreement with one of his models?

You brought her here. She's not one of my models.

Oh. Well, then the solution I have in mind should satisfy both of us.

I'll simply call your publisher and tell him it's the model who's expendable,

not the photographer, all right?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I don't want to be responsible for getting Wendy fired.

Then, as they say, sir, you'd better get your act together. Quite right,

Lawrence. You gave me the impression the lady meant nothing to you. She doesn't,

Paul.

And she does.

Ah.

Well, that's the trouble.

I got my head all screwed up. It drives me crazy.

Didn't Wendy tell you about us?

Only that you were once very close.

Look, Mr. Rourke, Wendy and I are both professionals, so let's just leave

the way they are. She does her job and I do mine, okay?

It does seem the professional way, doesn't it?

My congratulations, sir.

The way you contrived to keep Miss Collins' fantasy alive by hoodwinking

young man into staying on the island.

A brilliant stroke. Perhaps, Lawrence.

But I don't think Cupid is quite zeroed in on the right target just yet.

I'm sorry. I saw the actress and something came over me.

I was that guy.

You mean you really believed you were a Hollywood producer?

Yes. Yes.

It'll never happen again.

I swear it. Where have I heard that?

But, madam... Don't madam me. I ordered squad.

This is not squad.

I demand to see the manager.

I demand to see the manager.

Oh, no, that look again.

Mr. Crane, Mr. Crane, come back.

Madam, allow me to apologize.

Well, who are you?

I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

You say what I think I heard him say.

Madam, as the proprietor of this establishment, let me assure you that

complete satisfaction is our only concern.

Excuse me, sir.

An urgent message.

I'm very disappointed in you.

How could you have allowed this to happen?

I, sir?

The message, I must insist. Madam, let me assure you that this will not happen

again. And as a small gesture of apology, feel free to order anything you

for you and your guest.

Sir? With our compliments.

Sir? And as for you, Lawrence, remove this duck

immediately.

I am not a busboy.

My dear fellow, you may be in the very near future.

Okay, folks, I did take five.

Jeff?

Allow me.

Jack won't even speak to me. Well, he'll be at the party I'm giving for the

company tonight. Perhaps he'll feel more convivial then.

Come on, Mr. Rourke.

Don't patronize me. I feel ridiculous enough as it is.

I mean, look at me.

Yes, I must agree with your many admirers. You have, as they say, got it

together in the right places.

Sure. I make a thousand dollars an hour selling sex appeal.

The only trouble is when I want to give it away.

I can't.

A psychological block stemming from your own home life as a child, perhaps?

Home life for me was like living in the middle of a battlefield.

While I was growing up, ever since I can remember, I can't recall a time when my

mother and father weren't in the middle of some kind of war, all the while

telling each other how much they loved each other.

Imagine that, Mr. Rourke, calling their ugly violence love.

So in your very young and impressionable mind, the true meaning of love...

Marriage became twisted.

Well, I figured if that was what it was like, I was never going to trust my life

to any man, ever.

Is that the whole picture, Miss Collins?

I mean, you seem to understand the basis of your problem, but you haven't been

able to cure it.

I loved my mother and father very much.

Only I hated them for what they were doing to each other and what they were

doing to me.

By the time I was 14, I figured the only way out was to kill myself.

And then I met someone.

And we became friends.

More than friends.

You mean intimate?

Yes. I'm not going to apologize for it. I mean, in a way, it saved me.

I needed someone who understood what I was going through.

Who would make me believe that love wasn't just some cruel joke.

This relationship...

Was it with a boy your own age?

No.

No, it wasn't with a boy at all.

It was with a woman.

I don't want to talk about it anymore, Arthur. Or should I say Mr. Rourke?

As if embarrassing me wasn't bad enough, but the way you treated Lawrence was

just... I feel rotten about that, and I'm going to apologize to him when I see

him. Way to go, anyway.

I don't know.

Maybe he's given up on you, too.

My ankle.

I twisted it.

Well, maybe she needs the doctor.

Well,

maybe she needs the doctor.

Martha, no.

No.

I'm warning you, if you do what I think you're going to do, it is over between

us.

It is over between us.

I mean it.

All right, move aside, please. Give her room. I'm a doctor.

Where does it hurt, my dear?

Here. Right in here, yes.

You took a bad fall.

Yeah, it's a fractured tibia, most likely.

Oh, but it's feeling better.

Nonsense. We'll need x -rays.

Give me some help here, fellas. Let's go to the hospital.

Mr. Crane, I'd like a word with you, if you don't mind.

No time. This girl needs immediate medical attention.

Mr. Crane, I insist.

Mr. Crane.

That's Dr. Crane. Dr. Crane?

It's intolerable.

What are you going to do about it, sir?

Bring it to an end, Lawrence.

In a very...

special way.

Now, if there are any other patients to whom I might be of some use, feel free

to let me know.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.

I understand, Dr. Crane.

Doctor?

Mr. Rourke, you don't have to humor me.

I'm okay now.

There is someone I'd like you to see, doctor. One of our patients.

Very serious case.

Very serious.

Come on.

I'm not a doctor. I think you'll find this case well worth your while.

In fact, it should prove very enlightening to you.

What do you mean, enlightening? I mean professionally speaking, Dr. Crane.

I know you got a bum deal, and that I hurt you very badly that night.

But can't we at least talk?

That night, as you call it, was the last of a lot of nights you put the freeze

on me.

Okay, look, Jeff, I don't want to start a fight.

We were supposed to be in love, remember?

Love is something that's very hard for me.

You shut me out one night too many.

And I'm not going to stand here and let you make a fool out of me again.

Don't talk like that.

Hey, hey, this is a party, not a divorce court.

How about a dance, sugar?

Thanks, Pete, but I really don't need rescuing.

Could have fooled me.

What about a party, you and me?

My place?

Jeff.

Jeff what?

What, do you think I'm going to challenge him to a duel, huh?

Oh, Wendy.

Well, thanks a lot.

Are you two going at it again?

What am I going to do, Carla?

Come on.

Let's go over to my place and get smashed.

Try this.

It won't help.

Nothing's going to help with that attitude.

Come on.

Jeff's a hell of a catch.

In fact, I wouldn't mind landing him myself.

So if you're going to beat me out, you better start turning on some charm.

Who says I even care anymore?

That's fatigue talking.

Do you realize how many of us lose our guys because we're too tired to keep up

the battle of the sexes?

Here.

We've got to get you back into shape.

Don't. Stop.

What's the matter?

I better go.

What is it with you?

Every time I try to be a friend, you shoot me down.

I'm sorry, Carla.

It's not your fault.

The hospitals make me nervous.

Here we are.

This is the patient I was telling you about.

He's in a coma.

What happened to him?

He suffered a cerebral aneurysm.

Most likely it would require surgery to save his life.

That's rough.

Who is he? Our information is rather conflicting, Dr. Crane.

Some people say he's an astronaut.

Others think he's a Hollywood producer.

Perhaps you can tell me who he really is.

That's me.

Well, whoever he is, this man is at the threshold of life and death. And if

surgery is required, there is only one person who could possibly save him.

You.

Dr. Crane.

Good.

Now for our Japanese fantasy.

Ah, Mr. Rourke.

This is very nice. Very nice indeed.

Thank you.

I see Miss Collins isn't with us this morning, is she?

Isn't she?

Carla, let me see one of the wigs.

Mr. Barclay, for a man who wants to appear indifferent, I'm afraid you carry

little too much heart on your sleeve.

Okay, maybe something of what we had is still left crawling around inside me.

Has it occurred to you that Miss Collins' act of rejection may be a

psychological defense against some...

Trauma that still haunts her?

Okay, fine. I can understand she's got some kind of hang -up, but why make me

the heavy?

Okay, Carla, let's get this shot or we'll never get to the wedding fantasy.

Yeah. Yeah, Eddie figured you'd probably want to start with a 50.

Good.

Excuse me.

Oh, that's nice. That's very nice.

Come on, Pete. It's cherry blossom time.

I shall achieve in time to let the punishment fit the crime, the punishment

the crime, and make each prisoner pent, unwillingly represent a sort

of innocent merriment, of innocent merriment.

Spectacular, isn't it, sir?

Striking, Lawrence. You make a most impressive Mikado.

Indeed.

When the secret got out that I once performed this role with an amateur

society, Mr. Barclay immediately pressed me into service. It's always been a

mystery to me how such secrets become known.

Oh, talent will out, sir.

I'm afraid it doesn't look good, Dr. Crane.

The preliminary results indicate the patient's condition is deteriorating. If

our fears are confirmed, he will definitely need an operation.

Boy, when you do something, you really do it right.

Where'd you get this guy?

Come on.

Dental casting?

Lookalikes anonymous?

What do you want from me? An apology? Okay, I'm sorry.

Now, the joke is over, okay?

There's really nothing funny in a man dying, is there?

You never give up, do you?

You actually want me to operate on this guy?

There may be no alternative.

I'll show you an alternative.

Stop playing your sick games.

How's that for an alternative?

You ought to believe this guy's me. He isn't me.

He can't be me. Look, I'll prove it.

You see this birthmark?

That's my birthmark.

Now, there's no way this phone in me is going to have that.

Ah,

the final test results.

Thank goodness.

Just as I feared.

Rapidly increasing intracranial pressure.

What does that mean?

It means, doctor, that an operation is imperative and only you can perform it.

can't operate on myself. Are you crazy?

But would you be?

Are you sure this man is really you?

I can't believe this is happening to me.

There is a saying.

Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.

You have been so many personalities, perhaps it's no longer possible for you

distinguish between reality and illusion.

Is he Arthur Crane?

Or are you?

Perhaps it's neither of you.

What?

Perhaps the real Arthur Crane is an astronaut or an artist, a judge.

Your surgical team is being assembled now.

They'll be ready for you shortly.

Wait a minute.

I have never been in an operating room.

I don't know anything about brain surgery.

I can't do it.

Then this man will die, doctor.

I'm not a doctor.

I'm not a... I'm not... What?

You're not real?

But my friend, if that's true, and if this man dies, then

all that will be left is nothing.

I'll meet you in surgery, Doctor.

At four o 'clock.

Nice of you to join us.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

That's what I really call a fantasy.

Carla, have makeup touch up a little bit right here.

Something borrowed.

And you look like something blue.

Pete. Pete, what are you doing over here?

About last night, Carla.

I really do want to be friends.

Get over there and do what you get overpaid to do, okay?

Hey, just because your lady wised up and dumped you, don't take it out on us.

I'll call for the medics.

Jeff, Jeff, are you all right?

Jeff, Jeff, say something.

Something.

Mr. Rourke?

Ah, Miss Connors, please come in.

Come in.

Please have a seat, won't you?

If you've come about Mr. Barkley, I am told he sustained a minor bruise when he

fell, but he's quite all right now. Good.

I guess I can go home now.

You don't strike me as a person who gives up this easily.

Come on, Mr. Rourke.

When the ship is sinking, you get out and swim.

Whatever Jeff and I did have between us, it's over now.

You know, that's what puzzles me, how something can be over that never began.

I appreciate everything you've tried to do.

I have some packing to do, if you'll excuse me. Miss Collins, why don't you

start being honest with yourself, huh?

Well, I try to be.

Unfortunately, we often deceive ourselves without realizing that we are

guilty of self -deception.

About what?

Both you and Mr. Barclay speak about the lack of trust you have in his love for

you. I think I told you why.

Yes, but I think you've misinterpreted the effects of your childhood

experiences.

I believe this lack of trust has nothing to do with Mr. Barclay.

The only person you don't trust to have a true and loving relationship with any

man is you.

Mr. Rourke, are you saying that I'm...

That I prefer women?

Mr. Rourke, I love Jeff.

I love Jeff very much.

Then in all fairness, don't you think you should tell Mr. Barkley exactly what

it is that is holding you back from marrying him?

Mr. Rourke.

And when she sees two of you, how will you explain that?

I just wanna be close to her.

It could be the last time.

Mr. Rourke, how could this have happened?

He was in perfect health.

Well, these things are often unexpected.

They come without warning.

It has to be something.

Sudden shock. I don't know. Something.

Maybe it was me.

You, Miss Fields?

He's been putting so much pressure on himself to change his ways because of

Miss Fields, I really don't think you should blame yourself.

Just before this happened, I told him we were through.

All those terrible things I said.

Maybe if I'd been a little bit more understanding, he wouldn't be lying here

now.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

You mustn't give up hope.

There is really nothing more you can do here, Miss Fields.

I'll keep you informed.

Arthur, I love you.

Please, please don't die.

Perhaps what she said has made the decision an easier one for you.

You mean to operate?

You now have one reason more to perform the surgery. Not only to save this man's

life, but for Joanne as well.

For Joanne?

If this man dies, she'll never forgive herself, will she?

Roark, Wendy.

Oh.

Come in. Thank you.

Glad to see you're all right.

Oh, yeah, well, thank you. It's stupid.

Miss Collins was getting ready to leave for the mainland when she decided to

stop by and perhaps shed light on some dark memories and also on your

relationship.

I've already told you.

Bits and pieces about what it was like when I was a kid.

I guess it doesn't take Freud to figure out why I might be confused about love

and marriage.

But what I didn't tell you, well, I've never told anyone.

Mr. Roark.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You're doing fine.

There was this neighbor lady who was hired to take care of me and my little

brother when my mother went to work in my dad's business.

She was very nice, and she used to take me in her arms and comfort me.

I was having terrible nightmares.

Wendy, this is something that can wait. Please, let it continue.

The neighbor lady, Miss Collins.

She tried to explain to me that love wasn't the ugly thing, that...

I saw between my mother and father.

And then one afternoon, my little brother was asleep. She... She took me

hand.

And she said that it was time I found out what love really meant.

Oh, Wendy.

I didn't know. I was only 14 years old. It was very confusing to me.

Wendy.

Wendy, you're torturing yourself or something happened in another life.

It's ancient history.

You've got to put that all behind you.

But I can't.

I let it happen.

And the child that I was, the woman that I am, are the same person.

I can't separate it.

I think it's hopeless.

Not at all, Miss Collins.

You became frightened of your feelings and made yourself cold and isolated.

But it's not because of the child you were.

Rather, it's because of the child you're afraid to have.

Are you saying, Mr. Rourke, that because of what I suffered, it made me afraid

to want to have a child of my own?

Because that's not true. I always wanted children.

Then how do you explain your being so deathly afraid of loving the man you

Maybe all the dark thoughts that I've had.

That that could be an unconscious way of making it impossible for me to have my

own child.

The question answers itself, Miss Collins.

I think it's time to tear down the barrier.

Don't you?

I want to.

I really want to.

I don't even know if I can trust my own feelings.

The child you were no longer exists.

Miss Collins, only the woman remains.

And you can trust her.

Should I, Jeff?

Should I trust her?

Do you want to know?

I do.

Are you ready, Doctor?

I'm not really going to have to go through with this, am I?

Any minute, a real surgeon's going to come through that door, isn't he?

I assure you, no one else is coming.

This man's life is in your hands and yours alone.

But I'll be right here with you.

You're not a surgeon, either.

Shall we begin?

I'll tell you one thing, Mr. Harkin. If I get through this... Yes?

I mean, if we get through this... I'll never pretend to be

somebody else again. I know it.

I believe you.

But he needs your immediate attention, Doctor.

Are we ready?

Five units of blood are on hold.

Sorry I did this to you, Arthur.

I really am.

Operating microscope is ready, Doctor.

Blood pressure is 110 over 80.

Pulse is tachycardic.

Within limits.

Number 10, Blade Doctor.

My name is Arthur Crane. Crane Productions.

Patient is becoming hypertensive.

Scalpel doctor.

I am Mr. Rourke. Your host.

Arthur, I love you.

Please, please don't die.

Please give her room. I'm a doctor. Doctor. Doctor. Doctor.

I demand to see the man. The man. Doctor Crane. Crane

Productions. Hollywood. Hollywood.

Hollywood.

I don't get it, Mr. Rourke.

Why was the surgery not necessary?

It's rather complicated.

Let's just call it a miracle cure.

You're all right.

He is all right, isn't he?

Better than that. Your fiancé is cured.

You don't know how frightened I was.

I love you so much. I love you.

Just one last thing, Mr. Ward.

Yes?

I would like to thank Arthur's doctor personally.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible. You see, the doctor is gone.

Gone?

Yes, the doctor is gone.

Forever.

Well, Mr. Roark, don't think this is the last you'll be seeing of us.

I have a feeling we'll be back very soon.

Oh? For our honeymoon. We've set our wedding date.

Ah, well, in that case, I'll be very happy to have you return. And don't

to save me a piece of the wedding cake.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Lawrence. Goodbye, sir.

Ah, at last they both got what they wanted.

I'm delighted, Lawrence.

So am I, sir.

It gives credence to the old saying, lose a doctor, gain a husband.

Okay, Carla, make sure you get this all in.

Got it.

Well, Mr. Rourke, if there was ever a picture I didn't expect to see in Dream

Vacations magazine when I took this assignment, it was a shot with Wendy and

in it. Thank you so much for everything.

Good luck to both of you.

Thank you. You're very welcome.

Lawrence, right there.

It's turned out to be a delightful weekend, hasn't it, Lawrence? Indeed,

All the beautiful ladies we've entertained makes me feel like bursting

song. Oh, the privilege and pleasure that we treasure beyond measure is to

on little errands for the ministers of state!