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(BELL RINGING)

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

(CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING)

LAWRENCE: Why do I get the impression, sir,

that that gentlemen has fulfilled a great many fantasies?

That's very perceptive, Lawrence.

Yes, Mr. Craig Bradshaw's life

has been one success after another.

Ah. I see what you mean, sir.

Yes. And beside his appeal to the ladies,

he is also a very successful attorney

and amateur sportsman.

And the lady with him?

ROARKE: His fiancee, Miss Melanie Swan.

But Mr. Bradshaw seems to prefer high-risk sports

ahead of marriage, especially flying.

Then I take it his fantasy is to face some great new challenge.

In a way, Lawrence, yes.

You see, Mr. Bradshaw has discovered, like all men,

that he's getting older

and can no longer do all the physical feats

he used to perform so easily.

Now his fantasy is, ostensibly,

to win one more flying competition.

Actually, it's to prove to himself

he's just as much a man as he always was.

LAWRENCE: Now, I'd say there's a strong independent woman

who's got everything in the world going for her. Am I right, sir?

That's Miss Kristin Robbins from Chicago, Illinois, an account executive

at a very prominent advertising agency...

I'm getting rather good at this, aren't I, sir?

Up to two weeks ago when she was fired.

Then again, she does have a certain shiftless look about her.

On the contrary, Lawrence.

Miss Robbins was fired for refusing the sexual advances

of her immediate superior.

-You don't say? -Yes, but don't worry.

Her fantasy is to find what she has come to believe

will solve all her problems.

Well, good for her.

Out for a bit of justice, no doubt.

A chance to right a wrong, a little retribution,

a little vicious revenge.

-Perhaps a... -A husband.

A husband?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Beautiful, isn't it?

And dangerous, it appears to me.

Nothing but tubes and cloth.

Yes, Mr. Bradshaw can attest to that.

I understand you were quite fortunate

to have survived your crash six months ago, huh?

Well, maybe heaven had its quota

of fools for the day, Mr. Roarke.

Anyway, I've walked away from crashes before.

But this was... Different.

Wasn't it, Mr. Bradshaw?

Well, it's not the kind of thing a man

talks easy about, Mr. Roarke.

Does Miss Swan know about your fantasy?

I'd rather keep it between you and me.

And, of course, Lawrence.

I assure you, sir, although I have ears, I hear not.

Darling?

Is there anything wrong, Miss Swan?

I don't know what's going on, Mr. Roarke,

but I intend to find out.

Craig, why are we really here?

A vacation, just like I said.

There are ultralights flying all over the place.

Bud, Mike, your whole flying club is here.

CRAIG: Okay. Call it Old Home Week, then.

It's nothing to get upset about.

You're going to fly in the competition, aren't you?

You have to prove a 40-year-old man with wired-together bones

is just as macho as a bunch of 20-year-old kids.

Excuse me. I have a little talking to do.

Look, I'm sorry I lied to you,

but we don't discuss our personal problems

in front of other people.

We don't discuss them in private either, Craig.

That's the problem.

I don't know what the hell our problem is.

You haven't changed in any way since I've known you.

What's so terrible about staying young?

Don't you understand?

People don't stay young.

They grow up.

A rapist, that's what you could say

he was, Mr. Roarke. A would-be rapist.

The man responsible for you being fired?

Yes, started the first day I walked through the door.

He must have been jealous of me or something.

Anyway, became absolutely fixated on getting me in bed.

Well, perhaps by conquering you sexually,

in his mind he felt he'd be conquering you

professionally as well.

Yeah, had to be that.

Anyway, the propositions were frequent... Subtle...

Till finally, he dangled a promotion in front of me,

the one I've been working to get for the last four years.

And he made it plain enough.

All I had to do to get it was sleep with him.

I told him what he could do with his offer.

Good for you, Miss Robbins.

Yeah, I guess.

I've always been a good girl.

I took a stand, the right stand, and...

And not only did you lose a promotion,

you lost your job as well.

Wonderful thing, integrity.

Are you implying that you regret your decision?

Yeah, I'm thinking I do.

I've spent my whole life doing things the moral way,

the honest way.

Look where it got me.

I was wrong.

It wasn't important. I should have given in.

I don't think so, Miss Robbins.

No offense, Mr. Roarke,

but it's a whole 'nother world out there.

It isn't pretty. It isn't green.

It isn't quiet.

Nothing simple, nothing certain

except that I can't handle it anymore

and I'm probably not gonna get an opportunity to anyway,

so, I want out.

I'm not trying to escape anything.

I'm a woman. I want a home.

I want kids. I want a husband.

And you don't want any job?

Even an ideal job?

Being a wife is the only ideal job I want.

Of course.

So, I'll be at the pool.

Okay, now move around to the seat, okay?

That's good, just lean back

and just kind of make love to it, all right?

That's right, sweetheart. Make love to it.

Hi, Craig.

MAN: Well, look who's here.

It's Eagleman and the Dodo.

(LAUGHING) No offense, honey.

I'll be right with you guys.

(SULTRY) "Hi, Craig."

Maybe I should go shopping for a few hours,

and let you stay and play little boy in the candy store.

Come on, Melanie, stop pushing it.

I may take you up on the suggestion.

Hey Craig!

When Mr. Roarke said you were coming, I thought,

"Boy, that beats a kick in the head," old pal.

How you doing? Good to see you.

How's the arm and everything else you broke?

-Just like new. -Ah, fantastic.

Tell you what, if you fly this bird of mine, Craig, and win,

and with little Eloise's bod wowing them in the ads,

we'll all wind up on the 6:00 news.

How you doing, sweetheart? Sorry about the dodo.

-No offense. -It's all right.

I know all about the dodo.

Flightless bird, right?

It's gonna be nice working again with you today.

Don't count on it too much, Eloise.

Bigger ailerons, 50% more tail.

What do you say, Craig, are you gonna fly it for me?

I haven't thought much about it, Bud.

Honey, they don't give a damn about you.

It's what you can do for them.

What do I do for you?

It's what we do for each other that counts.

Up till now, anyway.

Would you explain that, please, in plain English?

Sure.

I'm scared.

I'm scared of what's happening to us.

I'm scared of you going up in this plane

to prove something that doesn't need proving.

I'm scared of you killing yourself.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Well, what do you say, buddy?

You gonna fly this thing for me?

CRAIG: I'm thinking about it. BUD: Good.

Let me know at the party, all right?

See you.

You're gonna fly, aren't you?

When I make up my mind, you'll be the first to know.

Melanie?

Miss Robbins. May I?

-Please. -Thank you.

Well, I don't know, Mr. Roarke.

This feels like a livestock auction.

This may be what men do when they're on the make,

but I'm looking for a husband, not a side of beef.

Ah, don't worry, Miss Robbins.

While you obviously won't have to make any final decision,

I've taken it upon myself to come up with some

candidates from whom you can choose.

Is that what he is, a candidate?

Uh, well, as a matter of fact, um...

Hi. Paul Horner.

Kristin Robbins.

Yes, I know.

BA in languages from Ohio Wesleyan,

MA in communications from Northwestern,

three years as a reporter with the Muncie Examiner

and four years with Dwyer Cane Advertising.

(CHUCKLES) When Mr. Roarke briefs somebody,

he doesn't fool around, does he?

I beg your pardon?

As I started to say, Miss Robbins,

Mr. Horner's presence on the island

has nothing to do with, um...

What we were talking about before.

I'm with Windward Hotels. You did some work for us last year

while you were still with Dwyer Cane.

Anyway, to make a long story short,

I'm here to interview you for a job.

That is, if you're interested.

-A job with Windward? -Yes.

ROARKE: Excuse me, I'm afraid I have to leave now.

Uh, Miss Robbins, Mr. Horner, enjoy your talk.

Mr. Roarke...

You'll be making 50% more

than you were with Dwyer Cane.

50%?

Right, and it means

working full time in Honolulu.

Honolulu, as in Hawaii.

-The very same. -Oh.

You sure you're not interested?

Um... Well, I might be.

Uh, could we go somewhere and talk?

Sure.

Paul, is this decision solely up to you?

Just about.

What are you doing on Fantasy Island?

-Vacationing? -Sort of.

Waiting for an offer.

I think I just made you one.

Yes. Um, well...

Tell me, is Mrs. Horner joining us?

I'm not married.

I see.

I love to fly, you know that.

I remember once, when we first met,

I went up after a rain.

And from somewhere, this eagle came by,

and he flew alongside.

We flew side by side for a long time.

I understand that, but you've lost that joy.

It was so much simpler when you were in law school

and I was in college.

You sure had a great body then.

What do you mean "had"?

-It's still okay. -Oh, thanks.

Oh, you seemed so sure of yourself then.

I never was.

Is that why you broke it off after three months?

Three glorious months?

(CHUCKLES) The times, I guess.

Chasing our own rainbows.

Yeah, and when we meet again,

we're ready for a mature relationship.

Is that what we have?

There you go again.

Mature people accept responsibility.

I think I'm in love with you, Melanie, isn't that enough?

You think?

God, no wonder I get depressed.

What is it you want from me?

Love, respect, trust, and marriage.

In any order.

I... I understand that, but why can't you understand?

I have to fly.

I'll get us a drink.

(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING)

Of course, you wouldn't have a lot of autonomy in this job.

-Yeah? -You'd be working directly under me.

Think you could, um, get used to that?

That's what my last boss had in mind, too.

-I'm not sure I follow. -It's not important.

I'd trade autonomy for the type of esprit de corps

you have at Windward Hotels any day.

Good.

Then, looks like I have just one more question for you.

Go ahead.

Will you excuse me while I make a phone call?

Sure.

-Miss Robbins. -Oh, Mr. Roarke.

-How are you? -Wonderful.

Paul just went to make a phone call, sit down.

-Oh, thank you. -We need to talk.

Oh, about what?

Paul has talked his company into moving him

out to Honolulu to establish a promotions department there.

He's gonna need someone to work with him, so he's spending

the week doing interviews for assistants.

Yes?

Mr. Roarke, I want to change my fantasy.

I want that job in Honolulu.

But this morning you were so adamant

about only wanting a husband.

Maybe I wanted to pull out of my career

before I got burned again, but you were right.

I was copping out. This is what I really want.

I'm afraid it might be too late.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, that job,

it's like a dream come true for me.

I wanted to live in Hawaii since I was a kid.

I had the opportunity to move there once before, but I blew it.

Yes, that was the promotion

your former boss offered you in exchange for, um...

Your favors.

How do you know that?

That's not important.

What is important is that history

seems to be repeating itself.

This time things are gonna be different.

This time?

This time you are willing to overlook your principles?

Compromise yourself?

Are you?

Well...

At least in this case he's not married.

I see.

Mr. Roarke, I tried the other way.

This is a first for me,

but I'll be shortcutting a lot of years.

-Miss Robbins... -I want that job.

Please understand. Don't think too badly of me.

PAUL: Hello again, Mr. Roarke.

-Would you care to join us? -No thank you, Mr. Horner.

Thank you, I still have some business to attend to

this evening, if you'll both excuse me.

Paul, let's not talk about business anymore, okay?

Well, I do have just a couple of things I wanted to...

Tomorrow.

Let's just enjoy ourselves tonight.

Sound good to you?

It depends on what you have in mind.

Paul?

Paul?

(PAUL GROANS)

Paul, are you awake?

(YAWNING) Yeah, I'm awake.

(GROANING)

I enjoyed last night.

Oh, so did I.

What I mean is I enjoyed you.

Oh, Kristin.

And I enjoyed you very much.

Trouble is, you think I'm a whore now, don't you?

-Not at all, why would I... -Well, and you should,

'cause I am.

I went to bed with you last night 'cause I wanted that job.

Well, that was part of it, anyway.

Kristin, as far as I'm concerned,

the job is already yours.

It has been ever since I made that phone call.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you kept my mind on other things.

-Remember? -I had the job all along?

Well, not technically. The company is gonna cable me

their final decision some time today.

But I gave you such a rave review

they'll probably offer you three jobs.

You did?

Kristen, professionally, you're top of the line,

and if you've got the talent, you don't have to...

And if you don't have the talent,

it usually doesn't do much good.

That's really the way it works, you know.

On the personal side,

I started out having sex.

I ended up making love.

Kristen, I like you very, very much.

Craig, I want to talk to you

before you make the decision to fly in the competition.

I don't want to go over it again. I told Bud I'd fly.

MAN: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Mr. Craig Bradshaw, go to your aircraft please.

Mr. Craig Bradshaw...

Craig what's the matter?

Nothing. Just leave me alone.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-Craig, what is it? -Leave me alone.

Craig?

Craig?

(CRAIG BREATHING HEAVILY)

Mr. Roarke, there's something wrong with him.

I can't breathe.

Oh, you're hyperventilating.

Now, don't talk. Don't talk.

Now breathe. Breathe very slowly.

Slowly, slowly.

That's better.

Relax.

Good.

You're going to be all right.

I don't know what happened to me.

Perhaps you should postpone your flight, Mr. Bradshaw.

No.

It's your decision.

MAN: Craig Bradshaw, report to your aircraft.

I gotta do it.

Well, thanks for showing, Craig.

Maybe you don't need the practice, but I gotta see if this bird has wings.

Sure.

You can still walk away.

You mean run.

CRAIG: Clear.

(GASPS) No.

Craig? Craig, honey?

I love you.

And I love you.

And here's to having the woman I love beside me from now on

in a place I've been trying to get to for five years.

Here's to having it all.

(CLEARING THROAT)

-Forgive me. -Oh.

I can see the two of you are engaged in matters

far more compelling than cablegrams.

But this one did just arrive for you, Mr. Horner.

Oh, great, thank you very much.

And may it contain good news, sir.

Thank you.

And now we've really got something to celebrate.

Come on, read it out loud.

What's wrong?

My recommendation made you look so good,

they think I've solved a problem for them.

They've decided they can keep me in New York

and send you to Honolulu instead.

We're not gonna be together?

I got the job you were planning on?

Sure looks that way.

We're gonna be 6,000 miles apart.

"Our warmest congratulations to both of you."

Huh?

What's that for?

To call a truce.

Why?

You won your point.

I almost killed myself again today.

(SIGHS) Come on, Craig.

Even a soldier at war takes off a little time

for R&R, right?

So, let's just relax...

And enjoy ourselves.

You sure know how to push the right buttons.

Ooh!

The third and fifth vertebrae, your "on" buttons.

I think you found my "on" button.

Well, what about me?

I just want you to grow up.

I get it. A little wine, a little rub down.

I gotta give you credit.

You had me going.

Craig, I love you.

Sure.

Where are you going?

Out.

Maybe if you called him. Maybe if I call.

As far as the company is concerned,

they think everything has worked out for the best.

They're thrilled with you, and they're thrilled

with the idea that they can keep me in New York.

What are we gonna do?

Say goodbye.

Kristen, it'd be one thing if we could at least see each other on weekends,

but we're talking about 6,000 miles.

Paul, I'm not gonna give you up.

I never met anyone like you before,

and I never will again.

There's gotta be something we can do,

and maybe there's something he can do.

(CONVERSING QUIETLY)

Oh, wait... Kristen, where are you going?

Mr. Roarke, I need to speak with you.

Oh, by all means. Will you excuse us?

And thank you for a most delightful game.

I don't know if you did this on purpose or not,

Mr. Roarke, but you better know how to undo it.

-Undo what? -I got the job in Honolulu.

Well, congratulations. That is what you asked for.

You know what I mean. I got the only job.

Paul's gonna be in New York.

No, I'm afraid I don't understand.

You got your fantasy, didn't you?

-No. -You didn't?

I mean, yes.

I mean, the problem is

I got both the fantasies I asked for.

I fell in love with Paul, too.

-Oh, I see. -And I'm gonna lose him unless you do something.

-I? -You!

This whole thing is your fault.

Forgive me, but the fault would seem to lie

with whomever it is that keeps changing her mind.

First you say you want a husband.

Then you say you want a job.

Now, once and for all, which one is it?

Inside me is a kid who's earned every penny

she's ever spent since she was 14.

Her dreams have gotten me this far.

Her dreams and her courage.

I love Paul, but I love that little girl, too.

Don't make me betray her.

Let me have both, my career and Paul.

Please, Mr. Roarke.

I'm afraid it's out of my hands.

This is killing me. Why do I have to choose?

What's wrong with having both?

Nothing, but in your case,

it just doesn't appear to be possible.

(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

BUD: Look who's here.

I was just gonna go out and tuck the old bird in.

-You want to come along? -No thanks.

I need a drink.

Maybe a couple of flight lessons, right?

-I'll see you later. -Okay.

Dry on the rocks.

Scotch sour.

You remembered.

Oshkosh wasn't that long ago.

Hey, listen, old buddy, I just wanted to tell you

that I couldn't find anything wrong with the controls.

Just one of those things.

Gonna try the competition again tomorrow?

The main event.

I'll be there.

Hey, watch my friend in the clinches here, pal, all right?

Be good.

When I watch you fly, I get goose bumps.

You know what I mean?

I do turn you on when I pose, don't I?

Do I breathe air?

I'm a male animal.

I can arrange a private showing.

Prove it.

You got it.

-I got your message. -Oh, uh...

(CLEARING THROAT) I felt we should talk.

Paul, listen, I'm not really sure...

Please, please, let me go first.

-All right. -Because, uh...

I think I might have given you the wrong idea.

About what?

About us.

Uh, Kristen, I like you,

and I know I said I loved you, but...

(SIGHING) But...

Okay, to be honest, I'm the type of guy who says that a lot.

And I always mean it at the time.

But a week later, I...

A week later, I'm usually saying it to someone else.

I don't believe that.

Kristen, for Pete's sake.

I'm trying to tell it like it is so that

you won't go throwing your life away on some guy

who's probably gonna turn around and throw you away.

And besides, my nose is a little out of joint.

After all, you did get the job that I wanted.

Well, I thought you'd be above that.

You did, huh? Well, surprise!

Paul, listen to me.

What's to hear?

Look, you got the job fair and square.

Well, maybe not exactly fair and square,

but effectively.

I bet I know what your language major was in college.

-Pillow talk. -Stop it.

I guess the worse part is gonna be...

Getting used to sleeping alone again, right?

(SIGHS)

Enjoying the water, Mr. Bradshaw?

Just thinking, Mr. Roarke.

Miss Swan was looking for you.

Well, she's kind of used to my peculiarities.

At least she has been up till now.

Anyway, it'll be over soon. We'll both be back to normal.

Oh, and how will this felicitous state come about?

I'm gonna fly in the contest, Mr. Roarke, and win.

-That's all I want. -Is it indeed, Mr. Bradshaw?

Well, that's my fantasy. You ought to know, you arranged it.

Oh, I arranged events, yes,

and that people be here for those events.

But, uh, the outcome...

The outcome depends entirely on you, Mr. Bradshaw.

I don't think I understand what you're driving at, Mr. Roarke.

I think you know precisely what I'm driving at,

and I think it's time you made a very important decision.

Perhaps the most important of your life.

And what decision is that?

To face certain facts, Mr. Bradshaw.

To be totally honest with yourself.

Good day, sir.

Victor?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Good morning, Miss Robbins.

Morning.

Well, apparently what Lawrence tells me is correct. You are leaving us, huh?

There seems no reason to stay here when I've got so much to do back home.

You know, shopping, packing, going off unemployment.

So you've decided to take the job?

Uh, yes, actually.

Wasn't such a tough decision after all.

Paul, uh... Well, turns out I was wrong about him.

Oh?

He showed me his true colors last night.

Just as egomaniacal and insensitive as the next guy.

He told you he didn't love you after all?

I'd rather not go into it, if that's okay.

I'll only start crying again.

I haven't cried in so long, I figured I'd forgotten how.

Wrong.

-I'm sorry. -Oh, don't worry about it.

Actually, I'm glad this happened.

This whole thing just proves

what a complete incompetent I am at relationships.

(SNIFFLING) Love's just something I'll never be good at, damn it.

(SOBBING)

Please sit down, Miss Robbins.

(SNIFFLING) The... The problem is

that little girl wanted that, too.

Uh, not just a career, but someone to love her,

and somebody should have told her if you're good at getting one thing,

you're lousy at getting the other.

(SOBS)

Miss Robbins, you may not be such a bad judge of men

as you think.

I am fairly certain Mr. Horner overheard

our discussion yesterday.

I don't think he had truly any idea

until then of how much this job meant to you.

You mean he just said those things deliberately?

He was no doubt trying to make things easier for you

by removing himself from the picture.

So it appears you're not as incompetent as you thought.

Mr. Horner obviously cares for you very much.

Which means I still have a decision to make, don't I?

Yes, I believe you do.

Well, I... I should give up the job

and go with him, shouldn't I?

Perhaps and perhaps not.

Miss Robbins, when you finally have a little girl,

please don't make her compete with her little sibling

that's still buried in you.

That unhappy, unfulfilled child

who still needs to achieve

before you'll be free to fully give.

You look terrible, darling.

How does Eloise look?

I don't know. I wasn't with her,

if that's what you mean.

You don't owe me any explanations, remember?

-We have an agreement. -I saw her at the bar.

I took her back to her bungalow and said "No thanks" and left.

After all my blandishments,

I thought you'd be in the mood.

I must admit I was tempted, but I passed.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

So have I, Craig.

You're always going to do your own thing,

and I can't stop you.

So be it.

Can we talk about this later?

I won't be around.

One of us has to do the adult thing.

I'm it.

I'm gonna fly today.

Good luck.

It won't seem the same without you

there on the sidelines with your fingers crossed.

You don't need me, Craig.

All this time I've been worried that I'd lose you in a crash,

but that won't happen.

You're a wonderful pilot.

You're wonderful at everything you do.

Except for the one thing I need most.

Well, nobody, not even you, can bat a thousand, can they?

What are you gonna do?

Live... With a man one day.

Have kids...

Kids whose father knows what they're worth.

I will find a new love, Craig.

At first, I'll probably wish he was you.

But then, so slowly I probably won't even realize it,

you'll become yesterday's love.

And he'll be there,

and he'll be real.

Will it help if I ask you to marry me?

Only my ego.

Will you marry me?

No.

(SNIFFLING)

Paul?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing? Sobering up?

I hear you downed quite a few scotches

after I left last night.

-I was celebrating. -Like hell.

You were just as miserable as I was.

Come on, drop the act, Paul.

I know what you've been up to.

I appreciate the sentiment,

but I don't appreciate what you did.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You tried to take everything away from me.

You almost made the most important decision

of my life for me.

I know you did it out of love, but did you really think

that I was incapable of making my own choice?

Oh, no, Kristen.

I just... I couldn't stand seeing you being torn apart.

I didn't know what else to do.

You could have said you loved me.

Oh, I do love you. I do love you.

If I'd known that for sure,

I probably could have made up my mind a whole lot faster.

Well, let's hear it.

I'm gonna take that job.

-You're what? -I... I got to.

The long and the short of it is I'd just never forgive myself if I didn't.

-I love you, I just... -Yeah, I know.

That's what makes me know that what I'm doing is right.

Okay, so I'm gonna be in Hawaii, and you're gonna be in New York.

But if we love each other, then that isn't gonna make any difference.

Kristen, a relationship...

I mean, a really good relationship takes time

and energy and commitment.

Phone calls and letters and flying back and forth

on holidays just isn't gonna make it.

I don't expect it to.

What I'm banking on is that what we feel

for each other is real.

Real enough to last until not just one, but both of us

are ready to give that time and energy

and make that commitment.

If it's real, we'll wait.

And if it's not, we're not really losing anything, are we?

Wait? How long?

Until I can't stand being without you anymore.

Till I want to be a wife and mother so bad

that I'm not giving up anything.

This isn't gonna be easy, you know.

I know.

Parts of it are going to be fun.

MAN: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Contestant No. 6 is in the air, ladies and gentlemen.

There he goes,

an inside loop rolling into inverted flight.

A snap roll.

Followed by another snap.

A half reverse Cuban Eight.

I didn't think you were gonna make it.

Me neither, but here I am.

Fly high, darling.

Clear.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Mr. Bradshaw, are you ready?

Are you ready, Mr. Bradshaw?

(ENGINE STOPS)

What a fool I've been.

The only thing I'm really afraid of is losing you.

I guess growing old with the woman I love

isn't the worst thing that could happen.

That's the smartest thing you've said in years.

Let's go.

What's your excuse this time, Craig?

Well, old buddy...

Go to hell. Let Mike fly it.

I'm afraid you'll have to move your airplane Mr. Bradshaw.

It's blocking the runway.

Oh, let the kids do it, Mr. Roarke.

I don't need that kind of exercise.

-I love you. -I love you, too.

What kind of exercise do you need?

(CHUCKLING) We'll think of something.

-Hi. -Well, Miss Robbins...

I understand you'll be going to Hawaii after all.

Yes, I can't wait till that lecherous creep

who fired me hears about it.

And where will you be going, Mr. Horner?

Back home to the Big Apple. Why?

Well, it occurred to me you could do worse

than follow Miss Robbins to Honolulu.

You mean give up my job?

No, that's not the answer.

We'd just be right back where we started.

The way we figure it, a person's gotta have both.

Some kind of personal fulfillment, like a job,

and some kind of emotional fulfillment, like a family.

And by God, somehow,

that's what we're gonna have... Both.

Oh, I'm sure you will.

Thanks for everything, Mr. Roarke.

You're very welcome, Miss Robbins.

-Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Horner.

Sir.

Like I said, sir, a strong independent woman

who's got everything going for her.

Lawrence, your hindsight is truly remarkable.

(LAUGHING)

Well, Miss Swan, may I say you look especially radiant today?

Well, thank you. It must be the way I feel.

Craig and I have decided to get married as soon as possible.

Wonderful! Congratulations to you both.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

I proved to be a better man than I gave myself

credit for, according to Melanie.

I believe someone once said,

"There is no greater prize to win than that he win her heart."

I'll buy that, Mr. Roarke.

-Goodbye, sir. -Goodbye.

-Goodbye, Miss Swan. -Goodbye. Thank you.

-Bye, Lawrence. -Goodbye.

Goodbye, miss.

Something bothering you, Lawrence?

Yes, sir. Your quotation.

I can't seem to place the author.

-Who was it? -Oh, that!

Um, I believe his name was, um...

Mr. Roarke.

(LAUGHING)