All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s07e20_don_juans_last_affair

Good morning, Mr. Rock. Good morning,
Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr. Alan Curtis and Miss Patricia
Grayson.

Is it pleasant, sir, when a couple's
fantasy is simply to enjoy a romantic

sojourn on our island paradise?

A deceivingly simple fantasy, Lawrence.

Especially in the case of Mr.

Curtis.

But Miss Grayson appears to be such an
ideal partner for romance.

Oh, Mr. Curtis agrees with you
wholeheartedly. But they're here as

lovers. Although both their fantasies
are to find romance, Miss Grayson has no

inkling that she might find it with Mr.
Curtis.

I've arranged for Mr. Curtis to enjoy
the services of an excellent tutor.

The greatest lover in history.

A man whose entire life has been
dedicated to romance.

What a lovely face, sir. A pity she
looks so sad.

Yes, Lawrence. Miss Whitney Clark, a
fashion buyer for a top New York

store. She has good reason to be sad.
For the past four years, she has been,

shall we say, seeing a married man.

A kept woman?

Not exactly, Lawrence, no.

Miss Clark loves him deeply, but the
torture of having to love him secretly

become more than she can bear.

Her fantasy is to find the courage to
bid him a final farewell.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke, your
host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

With two such attractive people, I don't
think your basic requirements would be

too difficult.

Well, it's got to be easier than back in
Kansas. I've known Alan since we were,

what, in second grade, and I don't think
either of us has ever really been in

love with anyone.

Not even a childhood crush?

Well, maybe I don't tell her everything,
Lawrence.

We're not asking too much, are we, Mr.
Rourke?

It's been my observation, Miss Grayson,
that romance can best be found in the

spontaneous interaction.

Of two people.

Like they say, live the fantasy, right?

Okay, sounds good to me.

Come on, Alan. Let's go get lucky. You
go ahead, Pat. I need to talk to Mr.

Rourke for a minute.

Oh, okay. Come to think of it, maybe
we'll both have better luck on our own

anyway.

I'm wasting my time, Mr. Rourke.

Pat has no idea she's the woman I want.

Why don't you just tell Miss Grayson of
your true feelings, sir?

Because it would change everything.

If she turns me down as a lover, I'll
probably lose her as a friend, too.

So we must make sure she doesn't reject
you.

Agreed? Sure.

But I don't even know how to talk to her
romantically.

Every time I try, I come up mute.

Perhaps, Mr. Curtis, you'll be more
fluent in the language of love if you

observe the romantic technique of an
expert.

I doubt it.

Who have you got in mind?

The world's greatest lover, Mr. Curtis.

I've made arrangements for you to go
back to the golden age of romance.

To be tutored by the renowned Don Juan
himself.

The Don Juan, sir?

The one and only.

You'll begin your journey in precisely
half an hour.

If you'll meet us then by the Spanish
gate.

Excuse me. Okay.

Don Juan?

I never intended to get involved with a
married man. I was on one of my buying

trips and Dan was showcasing his new
swimwear line.

We had lunch to discuss a deal and
before I knew it, I was in his room and

just happened.

When I found out he was married, I was
humiliated and I told myself I'd never

see him again, but then he called and...
And you saw him again?

He treated me like I was his queen.

Here, sir.

Ah, thank you, Lawrence.

Will you join me, Miss Clark?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Excuse me, madam.

But why do you want to end this romantic
liaison if it has been so meaningful?

That's just it. It's never really been
meaningful.

Well, it's been exciting, yes, and
passionate.

But it's not where I want to be the rest
of my life.

I need more.

If I'm in love with a man, I want to be
able to shout it to the whole world if I

want to.

Is Mr. Garman aware of your feelings?

You don't know how many times, but...
There's no use.

His wife won't give him a divorce.

Miss Clark, nothing would give me
greater pleasure than to wave my hand

your fantasy complete.

I'm afraid, however, that at this time
all I can do is provide you the

opportunity to end your relationship
with Mr. Garman. The rest is up to you.

When you're ready to begin your fantasy,
Lawrence will escort you to the

amphitheater, Lawrence.

Yes, sir.

I believe you'll find it a necessary
place to... to begin.

This idea about sending me back in time
so that Don Juan can teach me how to be

romantic with Pat.

I mean, you're putting me out, right,
Mr. Roark? Oh, indeed not, Mr. Curtis,

indeed not.

When you walk through that gate, you'll
go back to old Madrid.

During the golden age of romance.

Come on.

We're talking 500 years ago.

It's impossible.

Why don't you walk through the gate?

And find out, Mr. Curtis.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Say my name. Say my name.

Oh, Carmelita Cristina Mabel.

Oh, you make it sound so beautiful.

You're really Don Juan.

What have we here?

It's pie for your husband.

So you will die, sir.

Now. Hey, hey.

Mr. Rourke sent me.

Oh, he did, huh?

Well, I'm going to send you back to him.

Perforate it!

Where am I?

Let go of me!

You let go of me!

All right, you wizard.

Return me instantly to Madrid, or I'll
hand you over to the Inquisition. Hey,

hey, look, I don't know any more about
this than you do.

I guess we're back on Fantasy Island.
Something must have gone wrong.

Any fool can see that.

Now, obviously, you are merely a
wizard's apprentice.

But the prick of my sword may enhance
your ability.

Now, on guard! Mr. Ward!

What is going on out there?

Who are you?

I am... Don Juan.

Well... The... This wasn't exactly my
fantasy, but who am I

to quibble?

And what shall I call you, my pharaohs?

Sylvia. Oh, Sylvia.

What a very short but very lovely name,
Sylvia.

Your name slides off my tongue like a
glissando.

Sylvia.

Excellent. There, there, there, and
that's very good. I like that.

First, we'll have... What's he doing
here?

I believe that the garment is here to do
a fashion show, madam. We'll have

Janine first.

He would be. Then we can... Excuse me.
...work with Jean.

In the striped turquoise one.

Definitely a brunette.

Okay. Now, I tell you what.

What?

Whitney.

I'll be right back.

Talk about surprises. How'd you know I'd
be here?

I was about to ask you the same
question.

I'm closing a deal with Mr. Rourke.

He wants to design a label for Fantasy
Island.

Oh, it's great to see you, Whitney.

Do you know why I'm here?

No, but I'm glad you are.

Is your wife with you?

Elizabeth? Yes, she is.

You didn't tell me you were going to
follow me.

Follow you?

I came here to get away from you.

Look, um... Let's get together after the
show.

I'll send Elizabeth home.

Spend a few days together, okay?

No okays.

No more of this.

Well, then, um... Maybe, uh... Maybe
you're the one who should go home.

I tell you what.

Why don't I give your wife an education
about your fun and games on the side?

I've been wanting to talk to that lady
for a long time.

You wouldn't do a thing like that, would
you?

Oh, wouldn't I?

Watch me.

Whitney, I love you.

I do love you very much.

It was awful, Mr. Rourke. One minute,
I'm there.

And then that maniac who says he's Don
Juan comes at me with a sword, and the

next thing I know, we're back here, both
of us.

Apparently, Mr. Curtis, somehow the
connection between here and all Madrid

remained open, you see.

And as he pursued you out the window,
you both fell forward into the present.

Yeah, yeah, well, that's your problem,
and you're welcome to him.

He's in there.

Stay away from my wife, you bum, or I'll
kill you. What kind of costume

pervert are you?

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, please.

It is you, Rourke.

And just in time, I see. I regret this
disturbance. An unfortunate mistake.

Would have been a lot more unfortunate
if I hadn't walked in when I did.

You okay, hon?

Yeah, nothing happened.

Please accept my apologies, both of you.

Please.

Adieu, mi amor.

Well... You couldn't have sent your
bumbling apprentice for me at a worse

moment. What is it you want? You mean
you two really know each other? Yes, we

met once, briefly.

And Mr. Rourke used his wizardry to
assist me.

I believe that the six brothers of a
certain lady were about to assist you

an early grave.

I was caught without my sword.

Not to mention certain garments.

Now, I need you to instruct my young
friend here.

In the art of romancing a woman.

Perhaps if you could watch her in
action.

Study your technique, your application
of skill.

Just like that, huh?

Yes, and if you could do it in clothing,
a little less, shall we say,

conspicuous. Very well.

Come, young wizard -to -be.

First, a suitable costume of the day.
Then, let's find some poor woman needing

love. And I'll let you observe.

So I can return to my own pursuits.

Now, you watch carefully, and you're
going to learn something.

No, not Pat.

Oh, senorita. A thousand pardons. This
may seem very strange, but I

know I've seen you somewhere before.

No, no, I would have remembered you.
Especially with that seeing you before

line. Oh, no, no, no, no. You
misunderstand.

I believe we've never met.

Yet, I have seen you.

Really? Where, in Kansas?

Kansas? Oh, no, not in some strangely
named kingdom.

But in the mystical kingdom of my
dreams. For it is in those dreams that

adored your beautiful face.

And marvel at your body's grace.

You sure you've got the right woman?

Absolutely.

I'm a metaphysical sort.

Visions are sent me by the music. Yet in
your case, my dreams were but poor

shadows compared to the living beauty of
your presence.

Well, I don't know what to say. Say
nothing.

Only I beg thee, let me touch your
cheeks.

Or else I'll think ever after that our
meeting was itself a dream.

I don't believe this.

That's all the rapture I can endure at
the moment.

One of my dreams.

I have some mundane duties to fulfill.

Will I see you again?

Where there's the slightest doubt.

You talk funny, but it's so romantic.

See how it's not apprentice?

She's mine for the plucking at some
later harvest.

Now, on to lesson number two.

Can I help you, madam?

Yes, where can I find Elizabeth Garman?
Miss Clark, I hope you're not going to

start behaving like a woman scorned.

Lawrence, that will be all for now,
thank you.

Yes, sir.

I believe you'll find Mrs. Garman in her
bungalow, Miss Clark.

But I strongly advise you against using
revenge as a motive for seeing her.

Mr. Rourke, I am tired of suffering all
by myself.

I'm going to let Dan's wife feel a
little of the pain, too.

Be very, very careful, Miss Clark.

I can assure you that hurting someone
else will never help your own wounds to

heal any faster.

I'll take my chance.

It's as open as I'll ever get it.

You must be the girl who's supposed to
come for the bikinis. They're on the

sofa.

Are you Mrs. Gorman?

Of course.

You are here for the bikinis?

Yes, yes, I'm sorry.

You must be new in the company.

I haven't seen you around.

Yes, my name is Whitney Clark.

You wanted the model?

No, I'm in sales.

Oh, that's new.

I didn't know Dan brought in your
representatives.

Well, doesn't matter.

Is there something the matter, Miss
Clark?

No, I just didn't expect to... The
chair.

Yes. Well...

Don't apologize. I had the same reaction
when I saw it in the hospital.

If you don't mind my asking, how long
have you been... Been disabled.

Well, let's see now. About five years
now.

Dan and I were vacationing in Tahiti,
and we were diving into shallow water.

slicing through a wave.

Next thing I know, I'm upside down in
some traction rack, just like a Vincent

Price movie.

The doctor said I had damage in my
spinal column.

I'm sorry.

Like I said, Miss Clark, there's no need
to be.

You have to think positively when you're
in my position.

Are you sure that nothing is bothering
you, Miss Clark?

Miss Clark.

Oh, no, nothing's bothering me.

I gotta go.

Miss Clark.

The bikinis, remember?

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Well, ciao.

It's very nice having you in the family.

Thank you.

Young wizard, a question.

Can you tell me what her telephone
number is?

A very fetching young wench gave me
hers, and I don't know what was done

it.

Look, Don, this whole project is
hopeless. I'm not you.

Doubtless you are correct.

Hey.

Hey, maybe it would be better if you
plead my case for me.

Sure, sure. I mean, like, talk to the
girl I want to be romantic with and tell

her how I feel.

A most unorthodox procedure.

But if such is your wish, I should grant
it.

As a favor to Rock.

And who is this personage?

The good -looking woman you conned in
lesson number one?

Ah, the lovely señorita.

You have better taste than I would have
thought.

Let us go and search her for her.

Now, I don't want you to go too far,
understand?

I mean, she's special.

Real special.

Watch what you say.

Young wizard, I am Don Juan.

I know what to say to any woman.

I want to know all about you.

Tell me about your land, your times.

My Spain is a sun -kissed land full of
the world's most vigorous men and most

beautiful women.

Aside from yourself.

You say such lovely things.

I only wish you could see Spain through
my eyes.

For you to see my villa in Valencia.

I'd say you're a man not only of poetic
speech, but of honor and passion.

And you're a woman of perception.

So perhaps you know already that there
is a man whose heart is full of nothing

but tender thoughts of you.

Yes, I know.

I know.

Oh, you know.

So if he should speak to you of his
passion, you will give him a sympathetic

hearing. Oh, most sympathetic.

You can count on that, Don Juan.

Oh, Don Juan.

So you know who I am?

Yes. Mr. Brooke told me.

He said you were here to fulfill
someone's fantasy.

I had no idea it would be mine.

Naturally.

Any assistance I can provide in the case
of somebody so beautiful as you are, my

dear... Pat. My name is Pat.

Patricia.

Patricia.

Hi,

Pat. Hi.

How are you feeling?

Oh, Alan, I just feel scrumptious.

Scrumptious? Yes, that means better than
I've ever felt before.

Really?

So, Don Juan talked to you?

Yes, yes, he did.

And he told you there's someone who
really cares for you?

And you like this special someone. I
mean, you really care for him, too. Oh,

Alan, I adore him.

That's terrific.

Oh, I knew I wanted romance, but I had
no idea it would be so romantic.

Oh, I just feel wonderful.

Yeah, me too.

Do you, uh, do you want to kiss me?

I want to kiss the whole world.

Is, uh, is that how you kiss when you
feel wonderful?

Who would have thought that I would fall
in love with the world's greatest

lover? What?

Don Juan is everything I ever wanted in
a man. He's warm and passionate and

romantic and caring.

I never knew life could be so
scrumptious.

Aren't you happy for me, Alan?

Yeah.

Ecstatic.

Excuse me.

Whitney. Go away.

I knew you couldn't tell her. You're not
that kind of lady.

I tried.

She told me about the lovely girl who
came by for the designs.

Why didn't you tell me about her? Tell
me about everything.

How?

What would it have sounded like?

I don't want your pity, Whitney.

I want your love.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

Oh, no.

I can't.

Oh, Willie, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, baby. I really am.

Don't you know I love you so much?

Oh, Willie.

No. No.

No.

Away from me.

Whitney, you can't do this to us. How
can we do this to her? To me?

You should have told me, damn it. You
should have told me.

If I had, you would never have let me
get married.

And I love you. If you loved me, you
would have given me the choice, a choice

get out of this mess.

Please, Whitney, listen. No, get away
from me. Listen, I love you. Get away

me. I love you. Don't you understand?

I need you. I care for you. I want you.
And you love me. Get out of here.

Get the hell out of here.

Get out.

Will you excuse me?

Damn it, Rock.

You brought me to this island under
false pretenses, didn't you?

You're not interested in a swimsuit
deal. You just want to stick your nose

something that's none of your business.
You are mistaken about our business

agreement, Mr. Garman. I am interested
in your swimsuits.

With regard to Miss Clark...

I hardly think you're in a position to
be accusing others of deception.

I'm not going to lose, Whitney. Do you
understand?

And as far as our little business deal
is concerned, don't worry about that.

It's still on.

Oh, I assure you, Mr. Garman, I'm not
worried.

Not about our business contract.

But I would advise you to think very
carefully about your personal life.

You may find yourself, as they say,
kissing goodbye your wife.

And Miss Clark.

And when the crown was placed on the
prince's head, the sun came out as if to

signify the blessing of the deity.

The coronation sounds thrilling.

I wish I could see the Spain of your
time.

Oh, and I know not how I shall live in
my time without you.

I almost want to stay here forever with
you.

or ask you to return with me to Madrid.

Is that possible?

If you so decided, dear lady.

Yes.

I don't know.

I'm almost despaired of finding romance
in my life, but with you...

Pat!

Pat, I've been looking all over for you.
Oh, not to be concerned, young wizard.

She is with me.

That's my biggest concern of all.

Now, I'd like to talk to Pat alone.

Move out.

Get going.

You foolish apprentice.

No, stop it. Stop it, both of you. Don
Juan Dooling has been outlawed for 200

years. And besides, I don't want you two
to... Just stop it, all right?

Now, Patricia, I must talk to Rock once
more about our immediate departure.

Except for you, this strange place has
lost its charm.

You're not going anywhere with that
letter, Pat.

Alan, I'm old enough to make up my own
mind now, thank you.

And I'm not going to stand here and
listen to you slander a wonderful man.

Pat, it's just... It's just I love you.

It's open.

Good morning, Miss Clark.

You're planning to leave?

Well, it would have been a beautiful day
for flying. Unfortunately, the next

plane doesn't leave until tomorrow.

You mean I have to stay here till
tomorrow?

Quit playing games, Mr. Rourke. I'm in
no mood.

You of all people should know why I want
to leave here.

After all, you arranged this whole
thing.

I take it you have a...

Confrontation with Mr. Garman, huh?

How could you have possibly thought that
bringing Dan and his wife here would

make it easier for me to make my
decision?

I never promised you an absence of pain
in breaking up with Mr. Garman. Only the

chance to do so, Miss Clark.

Well, you've given me that chance, Mr.
Rourke.

And I can't do it.

I can't break it off.

Miss Clark, if you still want to realize
your fantasy, I suggest you take the...

that you will find at the end of the
garden.

No more games, Mr. Mark.

No.

No games, Miss Clark.

I promise you.

Please.

Hello. Such a nice day, I thought I'd
take a little stroll.

Or in my case, maybe I should say a
little roll.

Whatever.

Ah, you seem kind of down.

My husband fire you or something?

No, no, nothing like that.

Whatever it is, I've got the cure.

Look around this place. Is this a
paradise or what?

If you'd do the favor of being my
chauffeur, I sure would like some

Why not?

Well, thank you.

Here we go.

You know Mrs. Garman? Oh, it's Elizabeth
to you, Whitney.

All right, Elizabeth.

You know, Elizabeth, I really admire the
way you look at life.

How you seem to be able to deal with
whatever comes your way.

Ah, thank you.

I'm strong, too.

But you should have seen me after my...

mishap. I was throwing this little pity
party. I was the only guest.

I really couldn't care less about
living.

I think the only reason I probably
didn't curl up and die is because of

He just never cut me any slack.

He kept telling me what a special person
I was.

Kept encouraging me, convincing me that
I had everything to live for.

So I probably just did finally start
believing him.

I think that's wonderful.

I've been trying to deal with the
reverse of that.

Would you like to talk about it?

You see, I've been going with this guy
for a few years now.

And I thought I was pretty special to
him, too.

But I just found out he has someone even
more special in his life.

Someone that fills his needs a lot more
than I do.

So I came to Fantasy Island to find the
courage to tell him it's over between

us.

Hmm, that's strange.

Why do you say that?

I think I came here to do the same
thing.

You know, men have their needs just like
women do.

And I can't give Dan that kind of love
anymore.

And even though he never lets on, I know
it's really difficult for him out there

with all those pretty girls in the
bikinis that I designed for them.

Loves a lot more than that, Elizabeth.

I know, but... Oh, look.

This is a decision I've been avoiding
for four years.

I don't think I can live with myself if
I don't cut Dan loose.

Give him his freedom to love somebody
else.

Be loved.

Totally.

I offered to divorce Dan, but he
wouldn't take it.

Isn't that something?

Then it proves he really loves you.

You and your husband have everything
that make a real relationship work,

Elizabeth.

Concern and devotion and all the years
together.

You can't give that up.

You're a pretty good therapist, you know
that?

Thank you.

I hope everything works out for you,
Whitney.

It will.

If we are late for that swimming suit
showing, I'm still going to have to fire

you home, James.

Mr.

Curtis, this is the time for action, not
contemplation.

What action?

How can I stop Pat?

You know, I really think she wants to go
with that... that flowery

-mouthed Don Juan.

Perhaps if you punched him in that
mouth.

Sure. And Pat would be there daubing his
lips with her handkerchief and I'd be

lying on the floor with his sword in my
stomach.

Still, if you want to prevent Miss
Grayson's going, you must do something.

Madrid is a lot farther off than Kansas,
especially in this case.

Yes, and if Miss Grayson goes, she will
be gone forever.

Come. Mr. Kirk, the shake of your
lethargy.

If you really love Miss Grayson, you
must prove it to her. Now.

Mr. Rourke, how can I compete with the
greatest lover in history?

It's remarkably simple.

You love Miss Grayson, and Miss Grayson
only.

Don Juan can never offer that kind of
love.

How do I know that's the kind of love
she really wants?

Now, really, Mr. Curtis, do you want to
win her for yourself, or do you want to

think up excuses why you're going to
lose her, huh?

If you don't really care enough, I'm
sorry for you.

Oh, I'll do what I can.

Not for you, but for Miss Grayson.

Come, Lawrence.

A purple chevron striped sarong with
matching bathing suit entitled

A flowered one -piece tank suit entitled
Herbaceous Border. I wish I was south.

A white simple lace -inserted bikini
entitled La Paloma.

Oh, for the wings.

A one -piece tank suit with a plunge
neckline and a simple peplum.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, feast your
eyes on this magnificent creature in a

peacock combination bandeau bikini
complete with wrapped skirt.

It can be worn as a sundress during
luncheon and then later for a sunset dip

the ocean.

A one -piece turquoise and tangerine
tank suit. Elizabeth, a little business

have to take care of. Excuse me.
Butterfly bikini. Another enough bikini.

I'll be right back.

Ah,

poor Dan.

They never give him a moment's peace.

I wish he was able to slow down, but I
guess he will never change.

Well, I wouldn't say never, Mrs. Garman.

Sometimes changes come when you least
expect them. Now, ladies and gentlemen,

feast your eyes on this magnificent
peacock combination bandeau bikini.

I got your message.

I had to see you before I go.

Whitney, listen.

I've made up my mind.

I'm leaving Elizabeth.

Just let me wrap up this deal with
Rourke and send her home, okay?

Then it'll be just you and me.

Oh, Dan, stop lying to yourself.

You can't leave Elizabeth.

And more importantly, you don't want to.

I do want to.

Then you would have said yes when she
asked for the divorce.

Whit, I'm sorry.

I just couldn't run out on her.

I know.

But I don't want to lose you either.
Don't you understand?

Yes, I do understand, Dan.

But you've got to realize it's no longer
in your hands.

We could never be happy together.

Elizabeth would always be there, always
be between us.

I love you so much.

Then let me go.

Dan, she needs you so badly.

Whit. She needs all of you, not just
what's left after us.

I can't say goodbye.

Then I'll have to.

Can you?

Goodbye.

I'm taking Patricia with me.

I'm sorry, Don Juan.

I cannot permit Miss Grayson to return
with you.

But I want to, Mr. Rourke.

Do you, Miss Grayson?

Do you really want to?

Of course she does, Rourke.

Now, stand aside.

No, Juan.

Tonight, my love, we will have supper in
Madrid. I promise you. But, Juan, your

castle in Madrid is presided over by the
elegant Condesa de Managua.

I doubt she will tolerate another
mistress there.

We'll go to my cateau in Andorra. What
of the beautiful Duchess of Burgundy and

her retinue?

I have in my palace in Seville.

And there shall Miss Grayton meet the
lovely Princess Juanita Ensenada, your

youngest mistress, who we also love very
dearly.

Love? You mean you love all those women,
Don Juan?

Of course.

But not as I love thee, Patricia.

Oh! I've hit on the solution.

I've always wanted to be in Barcelona.

Go there, you will have your cock on.

I knew I wasn't the first, but... You're
not even the 17 ,000th, madam.

Careful, Rolke. This is the finest, most
rare brocade.

Ha!

Enter the sorcerer's apprentice just in
time to say farewell.

You may be right, Don.

Give me your sword, Mr. Rourke.

Alan, have you lost your mind?

Probably.

But I'm going to prove I love you more
than this dashing dandy ever could.

Bravo. You are convinced this is what
you want to do, Mr. Curtis?

Don Juan is the renowned duelist.

Yeah. Yeah, I know, but I'm going to
have a stab at it. No, Alan, you can't.

He'll kill you.

That's right, Miss Grayson. That's
precisely what will happen.

Or perhaps I will just cut off his nose
and ears as a lesson, dear rogue.

Oh, stop it, please.

Alan, I don't want you hurt.

I love you, Pat. Just you.

I always have, and I always will.

You see, Miss Grayson, Don Juan was just
brought here to teach Mr. Curtis how to

tell you what Mr. Curtis is now showing
you.

How much he truly loves you.

That's right.

I'm a one -woman man, and I want a one
-man woman.

But so do I.

What nonsense.

Surely you prefer the world's greatest
lover to deal with my poor nanny's

limited romantic imagination.

Ah, Patricia, how anger flushes your
cheek like a preacher's blush.

Oh, get lost!

Alan,

you all right?

I'm perfect.

Just perfect.

Thank you, Don Juan.

My pleasure, Rock.

Hello, Mr. Rock.

After a weekend like this, I'm going to
take some time to set up a new course in

life. But thanks to you, at least I know
what direction to set it in.

I am very confident, Miss Clark, that
you will find what you're looking for

soon. And I'd like to add, madam, I've
come to admire your courage very much.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

Goodbye.

Bye. Goodbye, madam.

Charming lady, sir.

She's going to make some fortunate man a
wonderful wife someday.

I couldn't agree with you more,
Lawrence.

I couldn't agree with you more.

Mr. Rourke, thank you.

Things didn't go exactly the way I
thought they would, but in the end,

got the girl.

And I got the boy.

Mr. Rourke, whatever happened to Don
Juan?

Legend has it that he finally gave up
his mistresses, married one woman, and

settled down. Something to do with a
lesson he learned in a foreign land, I

believe.

I think I learned a lesson in that same
place.

Thank you, Mr. George. You're very
welcome, sir. Sir, goodbye.

Goodbye, sir. Goodbye, Lawrence.
Goodbye.

Ah, love blooms eternally, Lawrence, in
many blossoms, in many gardens.

When properly fertilized, indeed it
does.