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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

-"The princess..." -[PLANE APPROACHING]

-Bye-bye. -Bye.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING]

-TATTOO: There he is, boss. -ROARKE: Yes, Tattoo,

your favorite comedian, Mr. Beau Gillette.

TATTOO: Who's the pretty lady with him?

ROARKE: Miss Jenny Casey, Mr. Gillette's fiancée,

and as you can no doubt tell, the two of them

-are very much in love. -Which one has the fantasy?

Mr. Gillette.

His fantasy is for his family to come to life.

The people he talks about in his act?

-ROARKE: Right. -You mean,

they don't really exist?

No. His colorful west-Texas relatives

are purely imaginary, Tattoo.

In fact, he keeps a closely guarded secret.

TATTOO: But why, boss?

You will find out in due time.

-That's curious. -TATTOO: What is, boss?

ROARKE: Those two young ladies.

I don't recall that they were listed in the flight manifest.

Oh, I know them, boss.

The first lady is Claudia Mills

and the other one is Harriet Wilson.

ROARKE: Ms. Claudia Mills and Ms. Harriet Wilson,

how interesting that you should know them.

You know I always say that marriage is the most

sacred of all human institutions?

Yes, Tattoo?

Well, they are here to get married.

Oh?

The only problem,

they don't know their husband yet.

Could it somehow be that you are involved

in arranging such a meeting?

No, we left it to the computer.

-Computer? -TATTOO: Right.

-We? -Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about my partner, Ambrose?

Ambrose?

-He's the one with a computer. -Ah.

We call our business

the Ideal Mate Encounter Service.

The Ideal Mate what?

Encounter Service.

Encont? Encount-- Oh, the Ideal Mate Encounter Service.

Of course.

You realize that matrimony is an arena

of great potential risk to everyone concerned.

Don't worry, boss, I can handle it.

That's precisely what worries me most.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

BEAU: To tell you the truth, Mr. Roarke,

I'm more interested in my fantasy

than I am checking out that stage.

In your case, Mr. Gillette,

the stage is vital to your fantasy.

As you realize, your family lives only

in the deepest recesses of your mind,

where you conceived them while still a boy

in the St. Bridget orphanage.

But you can bring them to life for me, right?

Oh, yes, yes. I can help you do that, Mr. Gillette,

in the same way you delighted the other children

in the orphanage.

The way you've made audiences laugh

from coast to coast for the past ten years

and made them think...

your family was a real one.

-You mean by me doing my act? -Precisely.

[LAUGHS]

You know, it's like you said, Mr. Roarke, I've been doing

that act for ten years...

and my family hasn't come alive yet.

Ah!

But this...

is Fantasy Island, Mr. Gillette.

You must realize that once your family becomes real...

they will be precisely that, real people with minds

and motives of their own over which you will have

no control whatsoever.

That's no problem, Mr. Roarke. They're wonderful people!

They're warm and friendly.

-They're family. -I see.

-Oh, Jenny's going to love them. -Uh-huh.

You know, I'm doing this for her.

She doesn't know I'm an orphan

and that my family's just make believe.

You could tell her the truth, Mr. Gillette.

Not yet.

Not yet.

I-- I played it this way too long

and I want her to see me

like-- Like I really am.

With real people and a family that loves me.

[CHUCKLES] Yes. Well, as you wish, Mr. Gillette.

Now, if you'll step onto that stage

and begin your act, please.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, here goes.

I, uh... [CHUCKLES] ...see you folks

are kind of into them fancy Polynesian drinks, huh?

[CHUCKLING] You know, the fanciest drink we ever had

in my part of Texas...

Tennessee sour mash and a beer back.

I'll never ever forget when my mama

caught me drinking for the first time. Woo-hoo!

She set me down and drank shooter for shooter

with me until...

Well, I-- I was so sick I had to go out to that little house.

Well, you know, the one with the half-moon in the door.

I always said that that place...

Well, in the wintertime it was 30 yards too far away

and in the summer it was 30 yards too close.

You know, it never worried Mama.

She was always too busy telling Uncle Jack

that his moonshine was too weak to clean windows with.

But, now, Uncle Jack played banjo

better than he made moonshine.

And he was usually happy as he could possibly be.

Except one time.

He caught his daughter-- Now, that would be

my second cousin, Lindy.

She entered in a wet t-shirt contest

down at the Dew Drop Inn.

[LAUGHS] And he-- She tried to convince him...

that she just walked in out of the rain

and they handed her the trophy.

Now, Uncle Jack didn't buy that for a minute.

Mama!

My God! Uncle Jack!

Lindy!

Hey, Mr. Roarke, you did it! No, we did it!

-Tarnation, my family! Woo-hoo! -[ALL CHEER]

-Come into my arms! -So good to see you.

BEAU: Oh, lord!

There you are, Ms. Mills. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

-Oh, why thank you. -My name is Tattoo.

I'm from the Ideal Mate Encounter Service.

The what?

The Ideal Mate Encounter Service.

Oh, yes, of course. How nice. Oh, I'm so excited.

I brought with me the computer return form

you asked me to bring

and also the picture you sent me of the man I'm to marry.

Oh, he's wonderful. When can I meet him?

Soon, I guess.

Uh-oh! [GASPS, CLEARS THROAT]

Is something wrong?

Wrong? What could be wrong? Nothing's wrong.

Excuse me, Ms. Mills, but I have to leave right away.

-See you later. -But...

Ms. Wilson?

-Yes? -Wait for me.

-Hello. -Hello.

I'm Tattoo, from The Ideal Mate Encounter Service.

The what?

The Ideal Mate Encounter Service!

Oh, yes, of course.

You've come to introduce me to the man I'm going to marry.

Right. Do you have your return card?

Oh, yes, it's right here.

He's the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

Thank you. [GASPS] Oh.

Uh... [STAMMERS]

-I think I just got fired. -What did you say?

-I say, I just got inspired. -[LAUGHS] Oh!

I have to go.

See you later, Ms. Wilson.

MAMA: We all know where we come from.

From Beau's mind.

That's where we was born.

Most likely where we'll die unless we do

some mighty fast thinking.

Remember when Beau didn't used to think about nothing but us?

He'd sit around just dreaming up new ways

to work us in into his act.

Yeah. Then she come along, that Jenny gal.

Seem like Beau don't think about nothing nowadays, excepting her.

Mama's right. We got to change all that.

Who does she think she is? Taking our place, his kin.

Family's been with him since he was knee high to a stump.

While we made him a big city success.

And what if they's to have young'uns?

Why, he'd shove us so far back into his mind that

we'd probably just fade off until we was just nothing.

I think there's only one thing to do.

I knowed you come up with something.

We got to bust them two up.

How?

Sic Lindy onto Beau.

Ain't no man yet Lindy wasn't able to tickle

the hay with! [LAUGHS]

Well, you know how strong-willed Beau is.

What if it don't work?

Simple.

If Lindy don't get the job done...

then you're just going to have to kill that Jenny, Uncle Jack.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

AMBROSE: The computer's showing no signs

of internal malfunction.

TATTOO: I don't know. I don't know.

What about all those lights there?

Maybe they've burned out.

No, they don't have anything to do with it.

So why the computer sent out those pictures of the boss?

I don't know. I fed it all the data you requested,

profiles and photographs of the most handsome

and sophisticated men on Fantasy Island.

It was supposed to select the perfect mate

for our lady customers.

Wait.

Here is a picture of the boss.

The computer picks the boss every time.

AMBROSE: Well, in a way I guess we can consider ourselves lucky

the mail hasn't been picked up yet.

Imagine? Next week Mr. Roarke might have had

200 more brides arriving.

Boy, I'd hate to be in our shoes.

I think we already are.

What am I going to do?

How am I going to leave the island

without the boss seeing me?

I've got it.

Swimming lessons.

Yeah!

Hey, everybody. Here's somebody I want you to meet.

Jenny, this is my mom.

My Uncle Jack.

And my cousin Lindy.

And this is the little gal that I'm going to marry.

-How do you do? -We do just fine.

Honey, I'm sure glad you're here!

Now you can buy me another drink.

I had four of these here umbrella things

and I don't even feel no buzz!

Mama, you shouldn't drink so much!

Honey, if I hadn't done the things I was told not to do,

you wouldn't even be here, sonny boy.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Now, go ahead and order me another drink,

and this time see that there's some mule kick in it.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Hey, Beau, you know, you can't get too mad

at Mama Gillette for getting thirsty.

This here's steamy weather. Takes some getting used to.

Mm. I love it. I think it's just real sexy.

Well, it sure beats that west Texas wind,

that's for sure.

Woo-hoo! It blowed so hard out there one time

I seen an old hen with her back to it lay the same egg

-three times. -[MAMA LAUGHING]

-Oh, mercy. Ain't that fine? -Listen, Uncle Jack...

you better stop looking at them half-naked women

or your pacemaker's going on overload.

LINDY: Oh, leave him alone, Mama Gillette! Let him look.

Beats the heck out of sitting around home

watching that old pickup truck rust. [LAUGHS]

Well, Jen, what do you think of my family so far?

Well, they're just the way you've always

described them, Beau.

Yeah, well, good.

'Cause they're going to be your family too before long.

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -Yes, come in.

Oh! Oh, I was told that I could find you here, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, and now that I see you up close,

you're even more handsome than in your picture!

Oh, well, that's-- That's very flattering, Ms, uh...

Ms. Mills, isn't it?

Claudia. But don't be so formal.

Oh, thank you, Claudia. Claudia, I'm curious.

May I ask exactly what picture you're referring to?

Oh, yes!

The Ideal Mate Encounter Service, of course.

[GASPS] I was thinking that a garden wedding

would be lovely, don't you?

-Well, I-- -Oh, with a lot of champagne

and flowers and music. [GASPS]

Oh, I prefer Mozart if you don't have any objections.

Oh, no, no, no! Absolutely not.

I've always thought that garden weddings are lovely too.

I-- I can hardly wait to make

the additional arrangements that will be required.

Uh, Tattoo?

Oh, this is perfect! You're perfect, Mr. Roarke!

Oh, you don't know how happy you've made me.

Oh, no, no, no! On the contrary,

it is you who have made me happy, Claudia.

-Tattoo? -Do you think that we should

have rehearsal or do you think

that we should jump in with both feet?

Oh, no, no, no, no! We needn't be so hasty.

We can decide that later.

No, actually, there are so many, uh, other details

which I shall have to attend to.

Uh, for instance, I'll have to have a talk

with my assistant, Tattoo.

A very long talk, if you will excuse me.

Oh, of course, Mr. Roarke.

I'll just go back to my bungalow and get unpacked.

Excellent idea, Claudia! Excellent.

Oh, Mr. Roarke!

Do you think that I could be more informal?

I mean, now that we're going to be married?

[STAMMERS] Oh, why, of course, Claudia.

-Of course. -You do have a first name?

[SIGHS] Oh, yes. Yes, indeed I do.

Tattoo!

CLAUDIA: But what is your first name?

ROARKE: Tattoo?

Tattoo?

Tattoo?

Oh, there you are!

I've been looking all over for you.

Oh, well, I'm delighted.

Is there something I can do for you?

-Mr. Roarke. -Yes?

-I'm Harriet Wilson. -Yes.

You know, the Ideal Mate Encounter Service.

Oh, yes, yes. I'm quite familiar with it.

Here you are. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I think you take a wonderful picture.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I think we ought to be married at sea, don't you?

-Well-- -At dawn.

And we ought to read our own vows.

I've already written mine.

Yes...

Yes, that would lend a certain...

romantic flavor to the ceremony.

Tattoo?

Forgive me for shouting. The excitement of such

-a momentous occasion... -[HARRIET SIGHING]

...and there are so many preparations

that must be made.

Tattoo is my associate in charge of weddings.

-HARRIET: Oh! -I have a few things

-to say to him. -Good.

So, if you will please excuse me...

Harriet.

Oh.

JENNY: You didn't see the way they looked at me.

It was scary. Like they hated me.

[SCOFFS] Well, you know what, you really beat all.

You have met every big celebrity in Nashville, Tennessee,

never affected you a bit.

Little ol' family from Texas comes up

and they got you up in smoke.

Hon, you don't know how important it is for me

for you to like my family.

Give them a chance, would you, huh?

I'm sorry, Beau. I'll try to like 'em.

-I really will. -That a gal.

Listen, Cousin Lindy said she wanted me

to meet her down by Twin Falls.

Said something was wrong with Mama a little bit,

so I'll go on down there.

Why don't you come on down in a little bit, okay?

And we'll have a nice quiet supper somewhere.

Okay.

Hi, boss.

Well, I must say, Tattoo, you've been quite elusive today.

-Well, we were busy. -I see. Mr. Tuttle.

-How are you, Mr. Roarke? -Fine, thank you.

Did you, uh, come to see the computer?

Actually, I am here for quite a different reason.

I thought you would like to be the first to know

that I am engaged to be married.

[CHUCKLES]

That's great!

Thank you. But to two entirely different women!

I strongly suspect that these marital commitments

originated in this very room.

[TATTOO CLEARS THROAT]

Tattoo?

[CLEARS THROAT] Ambrose, explain.

-Mr. Roarke, it was a mistake. -Oh.

The computer malfunctioned.

We are very sorry, boss, but maybe you have a suggestion.

Yes, I do!

You must find other suitable husbands

for Ms. Wilson and Ms. Mills at once!

[CREAKS]

Do you think your computer is capable of that, Mr. Tuttle?

Oh, I-- I sure hope so, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, I do, too, Mr. Tuttle.

As I recall from her profile, Ms. Mills was the bouncy,

all-American type girl.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

[BEEPS]

Now, this gentleman should be ideally suited for Ms. Mills.

Well, at least that will leave me with only one fiancée.

However, you will also find a suitable husband

for Ms. Wilson, won't you, Mr. Tuttle?

Oh, sure.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Uh, Mr. Tuttle,

are you quite certain that this is the only gentlemen

on Fantasy Island

who would fulfill the high standards

set down by your matrimonial services?

The computer never lies.

Well, then, congratulations, Mr. Tuttle,

and all the happiness in the world.

What?

-Me and Harriet Wilson? -Yes.

But I don't want to get married.

Oh, Mr. Tuttle, Tattoo and I have already agreed

that marriage is a most sacred and cherished institution.

Oh, and I will arrange for you a most marvelous ceremony.

I assure you will be very pleased.

And now, gentlemen...

good day.

I got your message about Mama ailing.

What's the matter with her, Lindy?

You'd better sit down, Beau.

Oh, it can't be that bad. She's healthy as a horse!

You've been crying.

Beau, your mama means an awful lot to me.

Almost as much as you do.

And I know that with faith and love...

[SNIFFS] I know she's going to be all right,

but I just need you to comfort me, Beau.

-Now-- Now-- Now, easy. -If you could just hold me.

Listen, that's a lot of comforting there, cousin.

Make that second cousin Lindy.

Beau?

Oh, Lord. Jen!

Now, don't you go believing what you thought you just saw.

-We was talking about Mama. -I know what I saw,

Beau Gillette. And with your own cousin!

Second cousin! That don't count.

I don't know what's going on with your family, Beau,

but it isn't good fun like you're always talking about.

All I know is I never want to see your awful family again.

Ever!

I still don't understand why you brought me here.

I want you to meet a man.

But I'm not interested in meeting a man.

I'm perfectly happy with the man the computer selected for me,

Mr. Roarke.

You see that man in the hot tub?

CLAUDIA: Who is he?

"Boardwalk" Brian Simms.

-Boardwalk who? -He's a pro football star.

He was all-pro for three years.

I'm sorry, Tattoo, I've never been much

of a football groupie.

[SIGHS] The computer say he's perfect for you.

-Perfect. -CLAUDIA: I'm sorry, Tattoo.

Anyway, Mr. Roarke has been making plans for our wedding.

As a matter of fact, he has been so busy

that I've hardly had a chance to see him!

I've got an idea. Follow me.

Why don't you sit down there?

Now, look at me in the eyes.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Oh, it's something that I saw the boss do many times.

Oh.

Now, watch my eyes.

Concentrate.

Excuse me. You're Claudia Mills?

-Yes. -My name is Ambrose Tuttle.

I, uh, thought Tattoo would be with you.

Um, as a matter of fact, he just...

He just left.

Oh?

Well, I'm sorry I disturbed you.

I just wanted him to know that my computer was acting up again.

Computer? What do you mean acting up?

AMBROSE: I don't know if it's the CRT

or the memory interface...

Gee, I'm sorry, I know all this technical language

doesn't mean anything to you.

For your information, I graduated

from a systems analysis class. I love computers!

AMBROSE: No kidding?

Gee, I-- I hope this doesn't sound...

real dumb or anything, but I built my computer myself.

If you want to, um, maybe you'd like to take a look at it?

You know what? I'd love to.

[SIGHS] Well, uh, what are we waiting for?

It's not the greatest-looking computer you've ever seen...

BEAU: Well, what am I going to do, Mr. Roarke?

I've never seen Jenny this upset.

I mean, she won't even speak to me.

Which is exactly the way your family planned it.

They feel threatened, you see.

The more Ms. Casey dominates your mind and your heart,

the less real they become.

And they want to stay, Mr. Gillette.

They want to stay at any cost.

Well, then, you're telling me

that if I want to hold on to Jenny,

I can't have my family, is that right?

Isn't it about time you realize that your act

is not your life, Mr. Gillette?

Ms. Casey is real and she loves you, not your act.

You must choose which you really want.

Your family...

or Ms. Casey.

Well, it's Jenny, you know that.

But how do I do it?

By simply realizing that your family needs you

far more than you need them.

Think about it, Mr. Gillette...

and I have a feeling you will then tell Ms. Casey the truth.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Yes, sir.

Ah.

Will you excuse me, please?

-[CLICKS FINGERS] -[GASPS]

May I inquire how you happened to get hypnotized?

Boss, I was just trying to introduce Ms. Wilson

to the man that the computer chose for her,

but she wouldn't cooperate, so...

So you tried to hypnotize her?

Yes, boss. But I think we are in big trouble.

Oh, no, Tattoo, not at all. You are in big trouble.

Me? But, boss, you can help me.

I always help you.

ROARKE: I am sorry, Tattoo.

This is something you must work out for yourself.

And you must keep foremost in your mind

that if you do not succeed in fulfilling the fantasies

of those two young ladies,

you may give Fantasy Island a very bad reputation,

maybe irreparable.

Boss, I will try to think of something.

No, Tattoo, you must think of something.

All right. All right, I will.

I got nothing to say to you, Beau Gillette, so just go away.

Jen, I got to talk to you for just a minute.

Oh, all right, but just for a minute and that's all.

There's something I should have said a long,

long time ago.

You know those people you met today?

Mama and Uncle Jack and Cousin Lindy?

They're not my real family.

What do you mean they're not your real family?

I ain't got a real family. I'm an orphan.

They're just somebody I cooked up out of my mind.

I don't understand, Beau. I mean, they're alive,

-same as you and me. -Not really.

You see, I came here to Mr. Roarke with a fantasy.

They're a fantasy?

That's it. I wanted to bring my fun, happy family

to life for one weekend and I wanted you to meet them.

And I wanted you to learn to like them and love 'em like--

Like I have for so many years.

So you never really had a family of your very own?

No! It's like I said, I cooked them up

out of my own mind.

But the more I told stories about them,

the more real they became.

And, Jen, they were important to me.

We came down some rough roads together.

And that's why I wanted them to be real.

Not something just in my head.

I'm sorry, Beau, I don't believe anybody can do

what you're saying. Even Mr. Roarke.

BEAU: I didn't either.

Till I saw it.

Jen, there's only one thing I want you to believe.

That I love you

and I want you to be my wife more than anything in the world.

That's all I want, too, Beau.

I'm gonna go on that stage tonight,

and they're going to be there.

And I want you there, too.

And I'll show you, Jen, how very much I do love you.

I'm sure this Ambrose is a very nice man, Tattoo,

but I still don't want to meet him.

He's a great man. He's a genius!

I don't know.

Tattoo, isn't that Brian Simms, the football star?

You don't want to meet him.

Ooh, why not? [CHUCKLES]

-TATTOO: Bad wheels. -Huh?

-You know, a bad leg? -Oh, yes.

-Come on. -No. I'm sorry, Tattoo,

I'm not going with you.

That's my final word on the matter.

-Hi, I'm Harriet Wilson. -Hi!

I saw you play in the Super Bowl last year

when you broke all those NFL records in one game.

-It was great! -Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry about your knee.

I can see it still gives you a lot of pain, doesn't it?

I should be wearing my brace, but every once in a while

I just feel like taking it off out here

where nobody can see me like this.

Oh, you poor thing. Here let me help you.

Do you think we can sit down for a minute?

I'm having a tough time defying gravity here.

Oh, your knee? Oh, of course, how thoughtless of me.

-No, it's-- -Oh, I'm sorry. Here, yes.

-Come right over here. -No, it's fine.

-No, now, be careful. -I'm fine.

-All right. Um, gently. -[GRUNTS]

-Oh, boy! -Is that better?

Yeah, that's much better. Yes, thanks.

But, uh, do you think you can look at this one over here?

[BOTH LAUGH]

I'm having trouble with this one now.

Oh, gee! [CHUCKLES]

[APPLAUSE]

BEAU: And Mama finally said,

"Well, now, we've had enough and we're going to get 'em."

And boy, we did. We took off like a heard of turtles

for a place called Nacogdoches, Texas.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

And if you ain't ever been to Nacogdoches,

well, let's put it like this,

it ain't one of the metropolitan areas of the southwest.

You've got to be going to Nacogdoches,

because it ain't on the way to nowhere.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

And I said, "Well, we're here, I got to do something."

I said, "I like 'em 18-wheelers.

And I think I'd like to drive a truck."

That was before I got acquainted with truck drivers.

Now, them sap suckers, most of 'em are big and tough.

Some of the women is tougher than the men.

-MAN: Oh yeah! -You take Rita Baloo.

Now, I guarantee you there's a gal that could drink

and dance any of us

under the table and then get up at two o'clock

and help you load your semi.

[LAUGHING]

So, naturally, she got the job driving the truck

and I got fired.

No, honey, you didn't get fired, you quit.

Just like you're fixing to do tonight.

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

I figured it was about time these folks met your family.

BEAU: Uh, well, uh...

[PLAYING BANJO]

-[AUDIENCE LAUGHING] -MAN: There's little sis!

Mr. Roarke, can't you see

what they're trying to do to Beau?

Oh, yes, Ms. Casey, their intentions are quite clear.

If they win now, he will never be able

to separate fantasy from reality.

Well, you have to stop 'em!

I'm afraid I can't, Ms. Casey. Only he can stop them.

His mind...

and his love for you.

The last time I was in Fort Worth, Texas,

I entered the Dolly Parton look-alike contest.

Lindy took first prize for looking like herself.

[LAUGHING]

All right, I want you off my stage!

I know you're trying to hurt me,

but why are you trying to wreck my act?

Honey, we are the act. We always have been.

Beau, don't give in to them.

Our love's stronger than all of them put together.

All right, that is about far enough!

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

I-- I apologize for this interruption.

But that won't happen again...

because, well, after tonight

my family's not going to be in my act anymore.

And the reason is that, well, they're not my family,

they never were. Well, not my real family.

I'll admit that there's some times when, boy,

it would have been real nice to have a mama

to tuck me in and tell me stories

or maybe an Uncle Jack to...

teach me to play the banjo or...

a pretty cousin to teach-- Well... [CHUCKLES]

...you know what pretty cousins teach.

But...

the truth of the matter is that, uh...

the only family I got in the whole wide world's right here.

And I love you, Jen.

You won, Beau. You won.

BEAU: I loved them, too. I, uh...

But I guess there's a time in every man's life

when he's got to leave one family and...

move on to a new one.

Well, I thank you folks for being here.

Good luck. God bless.

And come see old Beau now and then. Thank you so much.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -Yes, come in.

Good evening, Harriet. Do come in. Please have a seat.

Now, I apologize if I seem to have been neglecting you.

-But, you see, unfortunately... -No, no...

...some of the preparations have been extremely

-time-consuming. -Oh!

-Unfortunately for me-- -Mr. Roarke?

Yes, Harriet?

There's something I have to tell you.

What is it, Harriet?

I can't marry you.

-What? -You see, I've met another man.

A man who's suffered a great deal of pain.

A man who needs someone to look after him...

to take care of him.

Ms. Wilson, I can only say that...

That I admire your courage

for coming here and telling me personally...

rather than have me hearing it from...

-[SIGHS] ...a total stranger. -Oh!

Thank you for understanding.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

Goodbye, Ms. Wilson.

[EXHALES]

Well, I trust you're enjoying yourselves.

-Mr. Roarke. -[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, could I speak to you for a few minutes?

Oh, of course, Claudia.

Uh, privately. It's very personal.

Will you excuse us?

-Mr. Roarke? -Yes, Claudia?

I don't know quite where to begin.

Well, why not begin at the beginning.

Please understand how painful this is for me.

Oh?

I only hope that you'll be brave enough

to hear what I have to say.

I'll try to be. I'll try very hard to be, Claudia.

I...

Yes?

I can't go through with our wedding, Mr. Roarke.

What?

I've met someone else.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, Ambrose is such a dear and gentle man.

I...

I understand, Ms. Mills.

And I can certainly see why you are attracted to him.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Tattoo gave me the courage to speak to you.

Oh, I see.

He said you'd be understanding...

and he was right.

Boss, I did it. I told you I could do it.

Yes, you did indeed, Tattoo. Yes.

Now, tell me, what is this I hear about your taking

a crash course in swimming lessons?

Would you believe it if I tell you I want to become

a frog man?

Not for a minute, no.

Frog man.

[LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS]

[CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING]

Tattoo, my friend,

I want you to have this to remember me by.

-It's an old Texas custom. -Oh, thank you.

Mr. Roarke, Beau and I would like

to thank you for everything.

I'm very happy for both of you.

Goodbye, Mr. Gillette, Ms. Casey.

Much happiness.

Wave, Tattoo. Wave!

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

-Uh, Tattoo, may I? -Oh, yes.

Oh, it's a beautiful hat. Take it to my office, will you?

Boss?

We'll have it sized down to fit you.

Don't worry. It's a beautiful hat. [CHUCKLES]

Thank you. Thank you, boss.

-Thank you. -Yes.

Well, I guess this is goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

Thanks for everything.

Especially for being such a good sport.

Oh, not at all.

And that goes for me, too. Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Tattoo.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Simms,

and congratulations on your marriage.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Here.

-We'd like to thank you, too. -Oh, thank you.

This is goodbye for a while, Tattoo,

but you keep an eye on my computer for me, will you?

I will. I've got plans for it.

Uh, goodbye, Ms. Mills. Mr. Tuttle.

-Mr. Roarke. Tattoo. -Goodbye, partner.

Tell me, Tattoo...

exactly what kind of plans do you have

for the computer, huh?

Well, everything came out all right, didn't it?

After taking a somewhat torturous course, they did, yes.

Then I don't see why I should go out of business.

Because we don't want to have any more

torture around here, that's why.