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[♪♪♪♪♪]

The plane! The plane!

"The princess..."

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye-bye.

-Good morning, boss. -Good, morning, Tattoo.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[INSTRUMENTAL HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Oh, boss, sure a pretty lady.

What's her name?

ROARKE: Her name is Ms. Rebecca Walters.

She is the manager of a florist shop.

If she came here to find some pretty flowers,

she came to the right place, right, boss?

Yes, that's quite right, Tattoo, but, um,

Ms. Walters' fantasy is to meet a very special man.

A man who will do anything for her.

A man who will always be around,

and who will need her just as much as she needs him.

Isn't that every woman's fantasy?

Yes, Tattoo, but in the case of Ms. Walters,

I think she'll soon discover that finding that kind of man

could be a most... unnerving experience.

TATTOO: Who are they, boss?

ROARKE: The first gentleman is a shipping tycoon,

Mr. Douglas Picard.

The lady with him is his sister, Eunice,

and the other man is Mr. Picard's

financial adviser, Mr. Justin Rothwell.

I think you'll find Mr. Picard's fantasy

is one of the most unusual...

and challenging to ever confront us, Tattoo.

What is it?

Mr. Picard's fantasy is to claim legal ownership...

of Fantasy Island.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ms. Walters, do you think you would immediately recognize

this ideal man if you were to meet him?

-Oh, absolutely. In a minute. -And how would you know?

Oh, well, he would be courteous and-- and dignified

and yet spiritual.

Fun-loving, you know? Never predictable.

And he would be kind and wonderful to me.

Uh-huh, and that is your image of the perfect husband for you?

Well, yes, it is.

Yes. Very well, Ms. Walters.

Uh, Tattoo, will you escort Ms. Walters

to the lagoon, please?

Boss, men don't hang out on the lagoon.

Tattoo, you must follow your own advice.

Practice patience. Remember? Patience?

You will now be taking your first step

towards the fulfillment of your fantasy, Ms. Walters.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -You're most welcome.

DOUGLAS: This island was originally purchased

by a Captain Verdugo, who sailed

with the Spanish Armada.

They transferred the deed to this island

on June 27th, Justin, 15...

-1588. -...1588.

Uh, have a seat, won't you?

Uh, may I ask how this document

happened to come into your possession, Mr. Picard?

Quite by accident.

I recently bought a villa in Madrid

that was built originally by that same Captain Verdugo.

It stayed within his family for the last four centuries.

The purchase price included all other assets,

and we found the deed to this island among them.

I can assure you that it's valid.

Oh, I have not questioned its validity, Mr. Rothwell.

But this island means a great deal to me,

just as it is now.

Filled with the cherished memories of so many people.

Which is precisely the reason I don't intend to sit idly by,

and let you take it away from me.

Well, I'm afraid there's very little you can do

-about it, Mr. Roarke. -Oh, no, Mr. Picard,

there is something I can do about it,

and I intend to do it.

When you consider the antiquity of this document,

I am curious to see how an international tribunal

would resolve this matter.

Are you threatening litigation?

Oh, yes, Mr. Rothwell, I certainly am.

And, as you know, a settlement could take years

to be resolved in the courts.

During that time, naturally, I would get an injunction

and continue to operate precisely as I do now.

I thought you might take this stand, Mr. Roarke,

so perhaps we can resolve our problem

in some other manner.

Well, that, of course, depends, Mr. Picard.

May I suggest a competition?

A competition between us.

Something the French call l'epreuve de l'ame, du corps...

de la raison.

A test of the mind, the body...

and the spirit?

Very well, Mr. Picard.

I accept your challenge.

[TATTOO SNORES]

Okay, that's it. I've had it.

I'm not gonna stay around here any longer.

Tattoo! Tattoo, wake up!

Tattoo, I'm going back to Mr. Roarke.

There's nobody here. Nobody.

MAN: Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Hello! Hey!

Hello! Help!

I don't believe this.

I don't believe it, either. He looks like a genie.

REBECCA: Unless we're both seeing things.

Hey! Hey!

-Quick, open it. -Oh!

This is a joke, right? I mean, it's a trick.

Ms. Walters, open it, please.

Hey, watch it! It's the only bottle I've got!

This can't be happening, can it?

Oh, of course it can, and is.

I am Jonofoceles Armeniums Aristofeles.

And for having freed me, you are now my mistress,

and I will do anything you command.

Uh, you will?

You have the word of Jonofoceles Armeniums--

E-- excuse me, uh,

would you mind, could I just call you Joe for short? [CHUCKLES]

-Oh. -REBECCA: You know, everything

you're saying is terrific.

It's just, uh, I don't believe it or you.

Have long have you been floating inside

of that bottle?

Two thousand years. Hundred, more or less.

Oh, well, that's terrible.

Oh, the worst part was the fumes.

What fumes?

From the former contents of the bottle.

One hundred and fifty proof mead.

I was drunk for the first 500 years

and had a hangover for the next 200.

Well, how did you happen to wash up here?

JOE: Oh, I'm not sure.

Always before, I floated right past this island.

Well, now you're here, I mean, you can't...

run around... [CHUCKLES] ...dressed like that.

Oh, I understand.

Something a little more modern, hmm?

Uh, that-- that's a good try, but not quite, Joe.

It was the latest thing last time I was out of the bottle.

TATTOO: Try again.

Uh...

you are improving.

Um, if you could just jump ahead a few centuries,

I-- I think you would be a real winner.

[SNEEZES]

Well, um...

[CHUCKLES] That is much better.

Now, mistress, I have it within my power

to grant you three wishes.

And after they've been granted,

it's back in the bottle, into the sea, with me.

-Three wishes, huh? -JOE: Mm-hmm.

-Anything I want? -Absolutely.

Well, you don't mind a little test, do you?

-No. -Okay, Joe,

-let's see you do your stuff. -JOE: Mm-hmm.

Um...

I wish that I was, um...

in the backseat of a chauffeured-driven

Rolls-Royce, elegantly but tastefully dressed,

-drinking champagne. -Champagne?

-Yes. -[JOE CHUCKLES]

Mr. Roarke, I really don't understand

what's happening, but it's a terrific start.

Well, I'm delighted you approve, Ms. Walters.

Oh. Thank you.

[CLINK]

[DOOR KNOCKING]

-Please come in, Mr. Roarke. -Thank you, Mr. Rothwell.

Mr. Roarke, I'd like to introduce you

to my sister, Eunice.

I am very happy to meet you, Ms. Picard.

Are you enjoying your stay on Fantasy Island?

Actually, I haven't seen much of it yet.

I'm not much of a mixer, Mr. Roarke.

Yes, well, shall we, uh, shall we get down to the rules

of our little competition, Mr. Roarke?

By all means, Mr. Picard.

Each row of cards represents

one of the three categories we'll compete in.

The mind, the body, and the spirit.

Correct. Now, there are three cards in each row.

Now, it's your choice, Mr. Roarke.

On the other side will tell us

which one of the events it will be.

Very well.

The first row, that's of the mind.

-This row? -Yes.

Ah, chess. Excellent. Do you play chess, Mr. Roarke?

-On occasion, Mr. Picard. -Mm-hmm.

On occasion, yes.

And now the test of the body. This row.

Bras de fer. Arm wrestling.

-No explanation necessary? -No.

Now, the third and final card.

The test...

of the spirit.

"Since the spirit's an intangible human quality,

the winner of the third and final contest

shall exhibit a compassionate, unselfish act

which must surpass, by mutual and ethical agreement,

that of his opponent."

The most difficult test of all, Mr. Picard.

When shall we start?

Shall we say, um...

-Twelve noon? -Excellent.

Will you excuse me?

Ms. Picard. Thank you.

Uh, Ms. Picard...

there is a great deal to discover in Fantasy Island.

I sincerely hope you decide to...

look around.

I'll think about it, Mr. Roarke.

Please do.

-Mr. Rothwell. -Mr. Roarke.

Interesting man, Mr. Roarke.

[CLICKS TONGUE] A charming man.

Well, after we finish playing our little game,

and I've won it all...

I'll give him to you as a present.

Do you think you can buy him

like you've bought everything else?

[CHUCKLES] Why not?

If there's one thing I've learned coming up the hard way

is that there isn't anything or anyone

that doesn't have a price tag.

Yes... including Mr. Roarke.

REBECCA: Joe, I want you to tell me the truth.

Did Mr. Roarke arrange for you to come here

to help me find my perfect husband?

Oh, I don't think so, mistress. I haven't even spoken to this,

uh, Mr. Roarke.

REBECCA: Oh.

Well, I still think he arranged for you to be here.

What I can't understand is why it takes him so long

to understand what I really want.

I suppose it's because

he hasn't found the right man for you yet.

Well, I guess so, but...

You would think that he would have someone in mind

before I came.

Ah. Well, look, about this perfect husband,

uh, maybe if you could tell me

what kind of man you're looking for,

I could come up with something.

All right. Um...

-Nothing too unusual, you know? -Mm-mm.

And he has to be, um,

-courteous. -Courteous.

-Dignified. -Dignified.

-And spiritual. -Spiritual?

Yes. Why not?

What is this that thou hast done?

The lamb shall not be without blemish this day.

Nor shall ye eat the fat of this land.

Isn't he spiritual enough, mistress?

Oh, perhaps a little too spiritual.

-[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] -I think you jumped the gun.

I'm not going to use this as one of my wishes.

Um, could you just, uh,

send him back wherever you got him?

-Abide in me... -Okay.

-Look, Joe... -Hmm?

...I know that you're trying to help me.

Oh, I'm so sorry, mistress.

Well, that's another thing. That word "Mistress."

When you use that in public,

I think people get the wrong idea.

I don't know why, but if you say so.

Look, Joe.

I have this feeling

that I'm going to meet my perfect husband very soon.

And when I do,

that means that you go back into the bottle, doesn't it?

I never minded it much before, but, um...

But what?

This time I think I'm going to mind it a lot.

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TATTOO: Gentlemen, by mutual agreement,

you've got a 30 second time limit for each move.

May the match begin.

Mr. Roarke?

Pawn to queen four.

DOUGLAS: Ah, the Queen's Gambit, Mr. Roarke.

Pawn to queen's four.

Pawn to bishop four.

Thank you, but I decline the gambit, Mr. Roarke.

A wise decision, Mr. Picard.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Time, Mr. Picard. -Yes, yes.

Knight takes pawn.

Uh-oh.

Bishop's pawn takes pawn.

Are you sure?

No, no, I won't let you queen that pawn, Mr. Roarke.

-Bishop takes pawn! -You see? I told you!

Bishop...

to knight five.

Discovered check, double check...

and mate, Mr. Picard.

DOUGLAS: Clever.

A clever combination.

Clever.

You might like to know you just defeated

the eighth ranked chess player in the world, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, you are indeed an excellent player, Mr. Picard,

and I consider myself fortunate to have won.

Clever.

Boss, I knew you could make it.

Really? For a moment there,

I thought I detected doubt in your attitude.

No? Well, I'm happy I was wrong.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Boss, I think Ms. Picard likes you.

She's a very nice lady, Tattoo, but deeply troubled, I'm afraid.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You know, this Fantasy Island's

quite a lovely place, don't you think?

It kind of reminds me of Bora Bora.

I must have passed there a 100 times in my bottle.

I just wish it was a little cooler.

-It's so warm today. -Hmm.

Well...

your wish is my command, mistress.

-Joe! -Huh?

What have you done?

-Uh, but you wished. -But I didn't mean to.

You made Fantasy Island look like the North Pole.

Boss, look!

ROARKE: Mr. Aristofeles!

TATTOO: It's freezing. I'm gonna get my coat.

Mr. Aristofeles, I assume you are responsible

for this blizzard.

-JOE: Well, uh-- -Well, actually, I am.

I-- I wished for it accidentally.

I-- I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke, I... [SIGHS]

REBECCA: We-- we both are.

You can save your apologies for my office

where I expect to see you both at precisely three o'clock.

I simply will not tolerate

having my other guests inconvenienced this way.

And, Mr. Aristofeles, I suggest that you

get this iceberg cleared away as quickly as possible!

Will you please excuse me?

Well, at least it cooled off.

REBECCA: Joe?

I just remembered.

I only have one wish left.

ROARKE: Thank you.

-Oh! How nice. Thank you. -Very welcome.

Mr. Roarke...

I'm very worried about my brother.

He's not used to being beaten at anything,

including chess. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, yes. I am well aware of that, Ms. Picard.

And I-- I think a great deal of him,

but I hope you win this competition.

ROARKE: Oh?

And why's that?

I know how much Fantasy Island means to you.

Indeed. It has been a rich and rewarding experience for me.

I also know how much happiness you bring

to people who come here.

Ms. Picard...

why don't you tell me

what is really bothering you, hmm?

-Your next competition. -The arm wrestling?

Yes?

It's not going to be just another contest.

My brother means for it to be a fight to the finish.

A fight to the death.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I've always had a soft spot in my heart for genies.

But this time you have extended my patience to the limit.

Mr. Roarke, it was my fault. I told you that.

Nevertheless, Ms. Walters,

he has been around considerably longer than you.

Very nearly 19 centuries.

-Twenty. -Twenty, to be more precise.

And he should have known better.

Do you know that some of my guests

have already come to me complaining of frostbite?

Can you imagine that? Frostbite! On Fantasy Island!

I made a mistake, Mr. Roarke.

-You certainly did, sir! -I admit it!

Mr. Roarke, what does all of this have to do

with my fantasy?

Oh... Well...

I can only supply the means, Ms. Walters.

See, you are to supply the end,

the actual fulfillment of your fantasy.

-I only have one more wish. -Only one?

One.

Then you must use it very carefully.

Very, very carefully, Ms. Walters.

Don't you agree, Mr. Aristofeles?

JOE: Hmm?

-Don't you agree? -Oh, yes, of course.

ROARKE: Yes, yes.

Excuse me.

Boss, what happened to the snow?

Snow, Tattoo?

What snow? Here? On Fantasy Island?

Ha. Surely you must be jesting.

But, boss, don't you remember, when I was there? The snow?

-Really, Tattoo. -Oh...

I don't feel good.

I think I got fever. I think I'm coming down

with something. Oh, my.

Boss, you don't mind if I take two or three days off?

Oh, not at all. Uh, but before you go,

will you take care of these few small matters for me?

All right, boss.

"Repair gazebo roof,

collapsed from weight of snow and ice."

Gazebo roof.

Snow and ice.

Boss, snow and ice? It really did snow, didn't it?

It really did snow, Tattoo. [CHUCKLES] Yes.

Boss.

I'll get right with it, boss. Don't worry about a thing.

[CHUCKLES]

Bye, boss.

Snow and ice. [CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Picard.

Oh, that's just a little surprise.

I thought I might add a little excitement

to our contest.

These spiders are a very rare breed.

They're from the Lycosa family, imported from Tunisia.

One bite means almost instantaneous death.

-Excitement, Mr. Picard. -But the rules are simple.

If you feel you're losing the contest, say, "Yield."

[CHUCKLES] But say it before your hand touches the spider.

Now, if you don't wish to compete, you don't have to.

You can yield right now.

I have no intention of forfeiting, Mr. Picard.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ready?

[ROARKE GRUNTS]

[ROARKE BREATHES HEAVILY]

[ROARKE GRUNTING CONTINUES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOUGLAS GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GASPS]

Give it up, Mr. Picard.

[GRUNTS] No.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

-You can't win. -[GRUNTS] I will.

Yield.

[BREATHES HEAVILY] I yield.

The competition is even.

-Boss, you had him beaten. -Yes, Tattoo.

When you think about it, that's enough to know, isn't it?

Ugh!

ROARKE: Ah, Ms. Walters, please come in.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Please have a seat, won't you?

Mr. Roarke, I-- I think we should just, uh--

lay our cards on the table, okay?

By all means, Ms. Walters.

-It's about Joe. -Uh-huh?

I suspect that you have him here

to help me find a perfect husband.

And, well, to tell you the truth...

he just isn't cutting it.

Then you find his services unsatisfactory, huh?

Well, I really do only have one more wish...

and, uh, no progress in sight.

I see. And you are convinced that he's here because of me.

Well, I don't really think that he's here by accident.

It's just that time keeps passing,

and I don't have a perfect husband.

But you will, Ms. Walters.

Ms. Walters, have you noticed how often we are blind

to those things closest to us?

See, I really don't know what you mean by that.

Well, then, perhaps you remember the old saying,

"Sometimes we can't see the forest for the trees."

I don't know what you mean by that, either.

Oh, I think you do, Ms. Walters. I think you do.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, hi!

-Hi! -Hi!

Joe, could I please talk to you for a minute?

May I ask what all these men are doing here?

They're filling out applications.

I'm sure that at least one of them will satisfy

your qualifications.

Why don't you take out an ad in the New York Times?

"Husband Wanted."

Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

Could you please ask them to leave?

I don't think they'd like that.

-Why not? -JOE: Well, you see,

the winner was going to get this.

It was given to me by Ali Baba.

So the lucky man not only gets a bride...

but a bribe.

EUNICE: May I speak to you,

-Mr. Roarke? -ROARKE: By all means. Please come in.

-EUNICE: Thank you. -Have a seat, won't you?

Now... what can I do for you?

Why did you do it?

You could have won the arm wrestling contest,

and Fantasy Island would have been yours legally.

You know why I purposefully lost, Ms. Picard.

I'm not sure my brother would have done the same for you.

May I remind you that we still have a third contest,

that of the spirit.

You know my brother has something

very special planned for that.

Yes.

Now, will you tell me something?

If I can, yes.

Except for the contests, I understand you've hardly been

seen around Fantasy Island since your arrival. Why is that?

Do you have any idea how lonely it can be

growing up in a family with enormous wealth?

I can imagine.

Sometimes, the most favored people

are also the most vulnerable.

Vulnerability is the story of my life.

Especially with men.

Take the two men I married.

They never really loved me.

[SIGHS] Douglas had to pay them off

just to get rid of them.

So now you avoid meeting other men

because you are afraid of being hurt again, is that it?

Men have never been attracted to me.

They only wanted one thing, the golden key

to the family vault, and I'm just not going

to go through that again, ever.

Ms. Picard... [SIGHS]

Forgive me for being presumptuous,

but, uh...

I believe that your feeling

that men are not attracted to you...

[SCOFFS]

...is of your own choosing.

Self-imposed to make you feel...

protected.

I would like to try something.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What happened?

[GASPS]

Oh!

Oh. Is this-- this really me, Mr. Roarke?

Yes, Ms. Picard, it is really you.

Uh, do you still feel that you're unattractive to men?

[CHUCKLES] I don't know what to think.

This is gonna take a little getting used to.

Take all the time you wish.

How did you do it?

I did nothing that was not already

intrinsically yours, Ms. Picard,

both in the flesh and in the spirit.

I don't know what to say! [CHUCKLES]

Well, could you say that you will honor me tonight

by being my date at the ball your brother is hosting?

I would be delighted to, Mr. Roarke.

And I thank you.

But first, I'm gonna take a nice long walk

to convince myself I'm not dreaming all of this.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh! [SNICKERS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Where's Eunice?

Oh, she said something about stopping by

to see Mr. Roarke.

Oh, yes, I'm looking forward to seeing him myself.

I wanna see the expression on his face

when he learns about my little compassionate,

unselfish act for the contest of the spirit.

Yes, few people could afford

to donate 25 million dollars to charity, Mr. Picard.

Very few.

I wanna make certain that he concedes victory,

and this island, to me.

-Do you like it? -[EXHALES]

-I got it for my honeymoon. -Oh, it's nice. It really is...

It's nice.

[CLICKS TONGUE] I'm sorry about the display

of hysterics out there, but...

Well, Joe, I'm really disappointed.

Uh, I'm sorry about that.

I mean, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I didn't meet him.

My fantasy never happened.

And it's all my fault. [SIGHS]

Oh, no, it isn't, Joe. No, it isn't.

-You know what I could do? -Hmm?

I have one more wish. You know how I could use it?

I could wish that my perfect husband

would appear right in this room at this very minute.

-What do you think? -Well, it's your decision.

Then if I do that, I've used up all my wishes,

and you have to go back in that bottle again.

Well, you must think only of your own happiness, huh?

Huh? Hmm?

-[CHUCKLES] -You know, Joe,

you're a very sweet man.

[JOE SCOFFS]

ROARKE: Ms. Walters, have you noticed

how often we are blind to those things closest to us?

Well, then perhaps you remember the old saying,

"We sometimes can't see the forest for the trees."

-REBECCA: Oh, my! Joe? -Hmm?

Joe, you know that-- that perfect husband I keep,

-I keep describing? -Mm-hmm.

Well, that's you.

-Uh... But I'm a genie. -Well, so what?

I mean, Joe, I've been really foolish.

Now I know what Mr. Roarke meant when he said,

"Sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees."

I've been in love with you all this time,

and I didn't even know it.

Oh, you mustn't say that.

Well, why not? I mean, that's what I feel.

Joe, I... I really love you.

I love you, too.

But you have to remember, I have to leave soon

-and get back in my bottle. -Haven't you forgotten

-one thing? -What's that?

I have one wish.

And I wish for you to become mortal

and never go back in that horrible bottle again.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Justin.

It's Eunice.

[CHUCKLES] I haven't seen her this happy in years.

It would seem those rumors were not unfounded

about Roarke's doing miracles with people.

Just look at her. Look how-- look how...

Look how beautiful she is.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I have to hand it to this Roarke.

He's accomplished in a few hours

what I haven't been able to do in years.

Justin, just look at her. She's beautiful.

EUNICE: Oh! Dear! [CHUCKLES]

-DOUGLAS: Eunice. -Thank--

You look marvelous, just marvelous.

Oh, Douglas, thank you.

Mr. Roarke, I don't think

I could have been as big a man as you were...

I mean, about the arm wrestling.

But I am big enough to thank you for the...

change in my sister.

ROARKE: Actually, there has been no change, Mr. Picard.

If you look closely,

you'll see she's exactly the same person she was before.

[CHUCKLES] Just a little touch-up job here

and there, right, Mr. Roarke? [CHUCKLES]

I believe we still have some unfinished business.

Yes, Mr. Picard, we do.

According to the rules of the competition,

the winner must exhibit a compassionate,

unselfish act which surpasses that of his opponent.

Yes.

Well, there's nothing that I've done or could do...

which could surpass the change in Eunice.

But, Mr. Picard, your donation--

Justin, Justin, please.

He's referring to a small donation I made to charity.

It was really nothing.

So, what I'm saying, Mr. Roarke, is that I concede.

You win.

And Fantasy Island...

it's yours to keep.

Oh, Douglas.

[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

And I congratulate you, Mr. Picard.

It takes a very special quality to be gracious in defeat.

Yes. May I suggest a toast?

By all means.

To Fantasy Island and all it represents.

To Fantasy Island and to your sister, Mr. Picard.

Yes.

To you, Eunice.

Thank you, Douglas.

[GLASSES CLINK]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Eunice, please. -Oh, Douglas!

-[EUNICE CHUCKLES] Thank you. -Mr. Rothwell.

Mr. Roarke.

[INSTRUMENTAL HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

I can't thank you enough for everything, Mr. Roarke.

I just wish it didn't have to be a goodbye.

Well, it needn't be, Ms. Picard.

I look forward to your next visit

-to Fantasy Island someday. -I just may take you up on that.

Our doors are always open to pretty ladies.

-Oh, thank you, Tattoo. -Goodbye, sir.

[CHUCKLES]

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Ms. Picard, Mr. Rothwell.

[WOMEN GIGGLE]

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Oh, I never thought I'd see the day, Mr. Roarke.

I thought I was destined to spend the rest of eternity

just bobbing around in the ocean.

-[CHUCKLES] -REBECCA: Joe and I would like

to, uh...

leave this with you.

[CHUCKLES] Well, thank you very much.

Salud to you both, Mr. and Mrs. Aristofeles.

Thank you.

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