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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[AIRPLANE ENGINE REVS]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLE]

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

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Let's go.

[GIRLS GIGGLE]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Boss, he looks like an athlete.

An athlete? Oh, yes, yes, of sorts.

Is he famous? Should I know him?

No, no. Mr. Ned Pringle is a popcorn vendor

with the circus, but with a familiar dream.

He is in love with a beautiful lady who,

we might say, is far above him.

His fantasy is to bridge the distance between them.

And Ms. Velda Ferrini

is certainly worth looking up to.

TATTOO: Velda Ferrini of the world-famous trapeze act?

She is so sheltered, so guarded

that no stranger can get near her.

But here on Fantasy Island, we make happy endings.

Happy endings? Uh, no, not exactly, Tattoo.

We merely provide the stuff that happy endings are made of.

And from that, each guest

must fashion his or her own destiny.

That attractive young lady is Ms. Harriet Winkler.

She was recently engaged to Mr. Denny Palumbo.

Better known as one half of the performing act,

Denny and Trish.

But Denny is married to Trish.

Not anymore. They were divorced a few months ago.

And Mr. Palumbo has been trying

to put a new act together without her.

He's on Fantasy Island right now rehearsing

for the premiere performance

of "Denny and His Dynamite Dolls."

Ms. Winkler isn't sure she can trust Mr. Palumbo

with his beautiful new partner.

She would love to be able to observe

his every move unnoticed.

Her fantasy, therefore, is to become...

invisible.

Invisible?

Boss, can you really do that?

Uh, let us just say that it remains to be seen.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

DENNY: And now the management of the Fantasy Island Playhouse

proudly presents the inimitable Denny Palumbo,

that's me, of course, and his Dynamite Dolls!

[GIRLS SQUEAL]

-That's us! -Okay, hit it.

[JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYING]

-DENNY: And... -[SHOES TAP]

No, no, no, no, no, girls. You--

You can't close up here. You're covering the star.

You've always got to leave this much space for me, okay?

-All her fault. -I know. I know.

You guys work it out, okay? I'll be right back.

So, Morty, what do you think?

I got to work on promos.

Oh, and-- Morty, I don't want to see anybody, okay?

ROARKE: The Dynamite Dolls are certainly well named.

If Denny's temptation-proof around those two wild jonkers...

[SCOFFS] ...I know I'll have nothing

-to worry about. -I'm surprised a young lady

as lovely as you should even have such a concern.

-Like you, Ms. Winkler. -That's right, Tattoo.

Oh, thanks. I just don't want this marriage

to be a mistake for either one of us.

-Do you understand, Mr. Roarke? -Completely, Ms. Winkler.

Oh, It looks great, Brutus.

Keep your fingers crossed, Calpurnia.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

NED: The world is full of pretty girls, Mr. Roarke,

girls with their feet on the ground.

I have to fall for a beautiful snowbird.

She doesn't even know I exist, Mr. Roarke.

But then why should she?

How will I ever get to meet her?

ROARKE: There is only one way, Mr. Pringle.

You must become a member of the Ferrini troupe.

Me? [SCOFFS] A trapeze artist?

Oh, come on, you got to be kidding.

No, not at all. By a fortunate coincidence,

The Flying Ferrinis are, at this moment,

in winter training right here on Fantasy Island.

Here? Velda's here?

You will soar beside her on the trapeze.

Come on, Mr. Roarke. To be an aerialist,

you practically have to start in the cradle.

You forget this is Fantasy Island,

Mr. Pringle.

[CHUCKLES] Now...

if you'll step into this room, Mr. Pringle,

your adventure will begin.

Will you, uh, take this pouch, please?

Dust some into the palms of your hands.

NED: It looks like the kind of powder trapeze performers use

to help their grip.

But this is a very special powder,

Mr. Pringle.

TATTOO: You want to fly, don't you?

Sure, but it doesn't seem possible.

If you have enough faith...

and courage, Mr. Pringle...

anything is possible.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

FERRINI: Hey, kid, what are you waiting for?

Swing!

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Not bad, eh, Mario?

Not bad.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Looks like you finally found a man to replace me.

ROARKE: Why did Mr. Palumbo's manager,

Morty Green, refer to you as Calpurnia?

Brutus and Calpurnia are-- are pet names,

I guess you'd call them.

Those are the parts we played when we did Julius Caesar

-in ninth-grade English. -Ah!

-I've known Morty all my life. -I see.

In fact, he introduced me to Denny.

Were you starstruck?

Oh, no. Not at first.

Actually, Denny had a bad reputation

of being a girl chaser when he was married to Trish.

Morty said that she was always clawing at him.

But I guess they were just unhappy

and acting kind of childish.

Yes, unhappiness is the time-honored justification

for infidelity.

Uh, but, of course, you will never give Mr. Palumbo

cause to be less than joyful when you become his wife.

I want a good, lasting marriage, Mr. Roarke.

And it wouldn't be fair to Denny

if I go into it having any doubts about him.

Most commendable. Uh, shall we step inside?

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Thank you, Tattoo.

There is a fluid in this vial, Ms. Winkler,

which, when sipped,

will render you completely invisible.

For short periods of time.

Boss, is it dangerous?

Uh, no, no, no, Tattoo. Uh, not in itself,

only in the consequences of Ms. Winkler's own actions

-while she's invisible. -Oh.

I-- I'll take that responsibility, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, very well then.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I don't feel any different.

Uh, but you appear different.

Oh! It worked. [LAUGHS]

But my clothes-- This looks silly.

Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Winkler. I forgot to mention

that, uh, the potion does not affect clothing. No.

Uh, to be completely invisible,

you must, uh, remove all garments.

[ZIPPER ZIPPING]

Tattoo. [CLICKING TONGUE]

WINKLER: If you could see me now,

you'd be watching me blush from my head to my toenails.

[WINKLER SNEEZES]

-[BLESSES IN FRENCH] -WINKLER: Thank you.

Another thing you forgot to mention, Mr. Roarke.

[SNEEZES, SNIFFLES]

It's drafty.

Excuse me, please.

Uh, I should have adjusted

the air conditioner for this occasion.

WINKLER: Well, here goes nothing!

[WINKLER SNEEZES]

Boss, the handkerchief.

You gave it right to her.

How did you know where she was?

Oh, no. Boss, you can see her.

Can you?

[GASPS]

Boss!

Boss!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hey, kid.

NED: How was it, Mr. Ferrini?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Of course, you don't got much experience.

I can tell, but you'll learn.

Thank you, sir.

The job's only temporary, until my leg mends.

Sure, I understand.

Okay, now listen good, kid.

I got rules.

You work. Every day you work.

No carousing at night,

no gambling, no drinking, no chasing girls.

Lights out 10:00 sharp.

With us you live like a priest, and that's your altar,

-the trapeze. -Of course.

You move in right away, that tent.

I want the crew pick up your gear from the hotel.

That'll be just fine. Thank you.

One more thing. My daughter Velda...

she's only 18.

She knows nothing about the outside world.

Outside working hours,

you keep away from her or I break your neck...

personally.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

WINKLER: Please, Denny, be the wonderful guy

I know you are.

Girls, that's the spot. You understand?

There are two of the wiggle, and then we step off

for the kick of the left foot. I wish you could get that.

Oh, it's just so difficult for me, Denny.

-[SIGHS] -Maybe if we worked

on it alone, just the two of us.

Well, don't mind me. You two get it together

and I'll nap until it's my turn. Later, Denny.

Okay, Roseanna.

All right, Rose, where do you want to start?

At the beginning, silly.

-[MUSIC STOPS] -Rose, look.

We are here to rehearse, you understand? Rehearse.

[GASPS] That's fine by me. But isn't this a better act?

-[ROSE KISSING] -DENNY: Rose, what are you...

WINKLER: Take your hands off him, you tramp!

[KISSING]

Rose, look, I'm going to marry Harriet

and I don't want to louse it up by fooling around again.

I can make you forget little Harriet.

-[KISSING] -Look, knock it off!

[SCREAMS]

Why, you miserable creep!

-[STAFF THUDS] -What's wrong?

You can take your act and stuff it in your hat!

-We open tomorrow. Rose! -[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

Roseanna?

[SIGHS]

Hello, lover.

Goodbye, Roseanna.

Don't you even want to look at what you're missing?

I said goodbye. I mean goodbye. This is goodbye.

Don't come back till you're ready

to rehearse the act.

Nobody manhandles me! You can forget the act! I quit!

Roseanna, you can't quit! We have a contract! Roseanna!

[DOOR SHUTS]

[WINKLER KISSING]

WINKLER: I can trust you, my loyal darling.

I'm going nuts. Morty!

Morty!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Okay, everybody. Take five.

Well, that's really nice.

I mean, you're on a winning streak there, kid.

Uh, thank you, Mario.

[TRAMPOLINE RATTLES]

I think you can really be a permanent member

of this troupe.

I mean, you've got it all. You've got the strength,

weight, the size and the timing.

But above that, you seem to have the confidence.

You seem to move through it all as if-- As if you couldn't miss.

I get the feeling you're leading up to something, Mario.

I am. Something that's never been done before.

Something that--

Something that I almost perfected, but...

-But you fell. -MARIO: Tiny miscalculation.

A fraction of a centimeter.

I came off the edge of the safety net.

But I'm telling you, it can be done,

and l can teach it to you.

-Teach me what? -MARIO: Quadruple.

Four complete somersaults in mid-air, from bar to catcher.

I'd break my neck.

No. I'm telling you, it can be done.

[SCOFFS] Sure. By you when your leg gets better.

Oh, sure, my leg will get good enough for me

to get back in the act, maybe as a--

As a catcher.

I've had to face that fact.

See, it's up to you, Ned.

-I can't. -You do it...

and my old man won't ever let you out of that troupe.

He'd even let you marry Velda to keep you in.

And then you'll really be a member of the Ferrinis.

You think about that.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: If you have enough faith,

there is nothing you cannot do. Remember that.

Well, I may not have the greatest reputation

in the world in some departments

but I'll tell you one thing, no one can ever say

that I didn't give him a straight deal.

I'm gonna call the Vegas booker

and tell him to cancel the play date.

Oh, no, Denny, you can't do that.

Oh, come on. Face it, Harriet.

Even with the Dynamite Dolls, the act wasn't gelling.

It was forced and it was obvious.

It just didn't have the-- the class that,

you know, Trish and I had.

Oh, don't look so worried. It's not your fault

those stupid dames walked out on me.

I sort of feel it was somehow.

-Excuse me for a minute, honey. -Sure.

-Mr. Roarke. -Ah, Ms. Winkler. What...

You look unhappy. Please sit down, won't you?

Isn't your fantasy going well?

Oh, to tell the truth, Mr. Roarke...

-I feel like such a sneak. -Oh?

WINKLER: My fantasy was selfish and self-centered

and I deserve what I got.

Denny doesn't deserve what I gave him.

I've got to make it right somehow.

Make what right, Ms. Winkler?

Please, Mr. Roarke. Let Denny play

the Fantasy Island Playhouse as a solo act.

Boss, the contracts call for an ensemble act.

That's right, Tattoo. I'm afraid there is nothing

I can do for you, Ms. Winkler. I'm terribly sorry.

Uh, of course, um,

Mr. Morty Green might be able to arrange

a last-minute substitution for the, uh, Dynamite Dolls.

Otherwise, um...

Boss, isn't that Trish, Denny's ex-wife and Mr. Green?

ROARKE: Why, yes! And, uh, if I'm not mistaken,

the gentleman with them is her new fiance.

Oh, no!

Why would she come here? She and Denny hate each other.

MORTY: Now don't yell, but look who's here.

[YELLS]

-I told you not to yell. -My, my, my, my.

I see you haven't lost your way with words, Denny.

MORTY: Well, isn't it nice to bring old friends together?

See, I ran into Trish at the bar and I thought,

"What the heck? Wouldn't it be great

if I brought her over here to say howdy?"

I wouldn't say howdy to her if I was Gene Autry's son.

Who's the unlucky man?

This happens to be Kenneth De Jong,

of De Jong, Hendricks and Decovan investment bankers.

-My future husband. -How do you do?

[SCOFFS] Better than you, obviously.

Well, let's all act like adults and bury the hatchet.

Fine. I know exactly where.

MORTY: I mean, let's address ourselves

to the problem at hand.

Denny needs a new partner here to do this job.

It's a very important gig because some Vegas bookers

are coming here to check him out.

And I was thinking, wouldn't it be great

if this would mark the return of Denny and Trish?

[SCOFFS]

Tell "woman-chasing Mr. Palumbo"

that I wouldn't work with him again

if he came crawling to me on his hands and knees naked

with a flower between his teeth!

And you can tell Bimbo De Plenty here

that I wouldn't set one foot on a stage with her

till she puts a gag in her big mouth

for five minutes, which, for her,

-is a physical impossibility. -[SIGHS]

MORTY: Trish, at least talk to him!

Well, I'm gonna get smashed.

Look, you two need each other whether you know it or not!

Mr. Roarke, Denny has to play his date here.

Show business is his life.

It's Trish's life, too.

She'd be bored to death without it.

But you can see how they feel about each other.

Well, maybe I can change that.

-You can? -WINKLER: I've got to.

I love him.

And if working with Trish again makes him happy,

then that's what'll have to happen.

[INHALES DEEPLY] But how will I do it?

Uh, well, they just told us what would make them

forgive each other.

A gag for her and a flower in his teeth.

Velda!

Seems to me I've had this dream before.

Me, too.

And I always knew it was gonna come true.

That one day, a handsome stranger

would come swinging into my life and...

And...

You know, apart from my brothers...

you're the only man I've been alone with.

Maybe I can do something about that.

[SMOOCHES]

Your father and brothers, they wouldn't be looking

for you now, would they?

No.

VELDA: I made sure they were all asleep.

Oh, Ned.

I have so much time to make up for,

and so much to learn.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SIGHS] Forgive me, darling. It's for your own good.

♪ For once I can do What my heart ♪

♪ Wants to dream of Long before I knew ♪

♪ And it was just the wind ♪

♪ For once in my life I won't let sorrow... ♪

[HUMMING]

[PANTING] This is crazy!

Got you!

-[BELL RINGS] -WINKLER: Forgive me, darling,

but you need Trish for just a little while.

[GIGGLING] Are you trying to tell me something?

Look, I don't know how you did this,

but I will never forgive you!

Ah, Denny. It's a nice gesture.

Meaningless, but nice.

Now why don't you go on and get dressed?

[LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MARIO: There is only one thing that matters to me,

The Flying Ferrinis.

The quadruple will keep us at the top!

Ned is only a beginner.

-Papa won't allow it. -Papa's gone!

Gone to talk to the circus representative

about next year's tour.

But by the time he returns tomorrow

for that press preview, that kid will be ready.

No! I won't let you do this!

The family comes first!

You're a Ferrini. Don't you forget it.

And if you try to stop me, I will be forced to tell Papa

where the little jewel of his life

has been spending the wee small hours.

Now we understand each other, sister.

It's time to go to work.

Remember...

it's for the family.

[SNIFFLES]

[DOOR SHUTS]

WINKLER: Now to keep Trish quiet for five minutes.

TRISH: Hey!

[SCREAMING] Hey!

[SCREAMING, MUMBLING]

[MUFFLED CHATTERING]

TRISH: [MUMBLED SCREAMS] No! No!

DENNY: I know I have a few too many belts sometimes,

but I never had to chase my pants before.

MORTY: Well, you have been under a strain.

"See silent Trish"?

Silent Trish?

I wouldn't miss it.

[MUFFLED SPEECH]

DENNY: She did it for me, Morty.

She put the gag on. [CLICKS TONGUE]

[MUFFLED CHATTERING]

Thanks, Trish. I appreciate the gesture.

[GRUNTS]

TRISH: [MUMBLING] Let me out. [GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Velda, I want you to know what you've done for me.

I'm happier than I've ever been. It's all like a dream.

It is a dream, Ned, and it has to end.

What are you talking about?

I want you to leave.

Don't listen to Mario. Quit today, before you get hurt.

He told you about the quadruple.

-You could be killed! -Listen to me, Velda.

I can't explain.

You'll just have to take my word for it.

Nothing is going to happen to me.

I can lick the quadruple,

and I can make our dreams last forever.

Ned! Let's go!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ladies and gentlemen, reunited for today, at least,

I give you Denny and Trish!

Okay, kids. Hit it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

♪ Seems like old times ♪

♪ Having you to walk with ♪

♪ Seems like old times ♪

♪ Having you to talk with ♪

-♪ And it's still a thrill ♪ -♪ And it's still a thrill ♪

-♪ Just to have my arms ♪ -♪ Just to have my arms ♪

-♪ Around you ♪ -♪ Around you ♪

-♪ Still that thrill ♪ -♪ Still that thrill ♪

-♪ That it was the day ♪ -♪ That it was the day ♪

-♪ I found you seems like... ♪ -♪ I found you seems like... ♪

Right about that tempo, Morty.

We'll put a couple of gags in here.

We haven't seen each other for a long time.

Why didn't you ever write me?

I was going to, but I couldn't spell...

[BLOWS RASPBERRY]

Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad for us, was it, huh?

I gave you a few laughs now and then, didn't I?

Uh-huh. Your mother and your brother.

-♪ Making dreams ♪ -♪ Making dreams ♪

-♪ Come true ♪ -♪ Come true ♪

♪ Doing things we used to do ♪

♪ Seems like old times ♪

♪ Being here with you ♪

What do you wanna go and get so angry again for?

I missed you, sometimes.

Go ahead, hit me over the head with that.

Sure, you missed me. Poor Denny.

All alone with nobody to talk to

except the chorus line from the Roxy.

[LAUGHS, CHUCKLES]

Yeah, well, I'll tell you something.

The reason I fooled around so much

is 'cause you kept putting me down.

I'll tell you something else. I'm sorry I did.

-TRISH: You are? -DENNY: Yeah.

And I'll tell you something else.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

And I'm mostly sorry because we kept acting

like kids all the time.

[TRISH SIGHS]

-You know something, Denny? -What?

I wish I could've shut up once in a while.

Cruel gags aren't too funny.

Especially when they're costing you a husband.

-♪ Making dreams come true ♪ -♪ Making dreams come true ♪

-♪ Doing things we used to do ♪ -♪ Doing things we used to do ♪

-♪ Seems like old times ♪ -♪ Seems like old times ♪

-♪ Being here with you ♪ -♪ Being here with you ♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

[APPLAUDS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Ladies and gentlemen.

We have been working on a new

and absolutely unique aerial maneuver.

A feat that only The Flying Ferrinis

would dare to attempt.

So, we have gathered you here today

so you may witness a world's first.

[SIGHS] Ned, I can't let you do this.

You saw me in practice yesterday, not a hitch.

But the smallest mistake, it could happen any time.

Oh, Ned, I love you so. Please, don't.

Believe in me.

I know I can do it.

No tears. Show me a smile.

That's my little snowbird.

Now bail out.

Ladies and gentlemen, here on the island,

we do not have to conform the United States regulations.

So The Flying Ferrinis will work without the safety net.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MARIO: For the first time ever, anywhere,

The Flying Ferrinis presents the quadruple somersault.

[SIGHS] The press is waiting, Mr. Pringle.

What seems to be the problem?

I can't make it, Mr. Roarke. I dropped the pouch.

I see. Most unfortunate.

What am I doing up here? I must be out of my mind.

Well, it's a little late

for self-analysis, Mr. Pringle. Don't you think?

Velda was right. This is all a crazy dream.

A groundling in love with a snowbird.

Every man has been in love with a snowbird

somewhere sometime in his life, Mr. Pringle.

You've got to get me out of this, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I'm afraid that's out of the question.

Your fantasy must run to its natural conclusion.

However...

that need not be an unhappy one.

Observe, Mr. Pringle.

What is he waiting for?

Isn't that strange?

He doesn't seem to be having trouble

with his leg anymore.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Perhaps it was all in his mind. -[ROD RATTLING]

Good luck, Mr. Pringle.

Mr. Roarke!

What is wrong with you?

I changed my mind. I'm not going through with this.

So you lost your nerve?

Like you lost yours, Mario, after your fall?

You came up the ladder just now

like a monkey climbing a banana tree.

Suddenly, there's nothing wrong with your leg.

Maybe there never was except in your mind.

-That's a lie. -Is it, Mario?

You used your accident to cop out,

to avoid doing the quadruple again,

just like you used me.

I ought to throw you off of here.

How about throwing yourself off into the quadruple?

Use this pouch.

It's special.

You can do it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

NED: You can make it.

You can make it. You can make it.

-[CROWD APPLAUD] -My God!

Velda!

Papa, Ned and I love each other,

and you're just going to have to get used to that.

No.

You get out of my sight before I break your neck.

Papa, no.

Papa. Papa, you can't keep Velda caged up forever.

And Ned, he's gonna work with us.

Papa, face it. You're not getting any younger.

One day you're gonna want to retire.

Somebody has to take over the act and manage it.

Ned knows the circus.

I had him checked out when he first came to us.

Papa, it's--

it's time for this family to have some-- some new blood.

Papa, please.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Okay.

Maybe we start a new generation of Ferrinis, eh?

Oh! [CHUCKLES]

Welcome to the family.

ROARKE: Tattoo told me you called,

but I had no idea you wish to leave so soon.

Well, thanks to my fantasy, I found out more

than I bargained for.

Denny can be trusted all right...

but not to love me because...

[HANGERS RATTLE]

...he never stopped loving Trish in the first place.

Then it means he never was right for you, doesn't it?

Hmm?

Yes, it does.

And I really hope they'll both be happy.

You're an exceptional young lady, Ms. Winkler.

I shall try to arrange an early flight

to the mainland for you. Will you excuse me?

Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Green.

Good afternoon.

You got any plans besides throwing yourself

in the ocean, Calpurnia?

Stop calling me that stupid name!

We're not in ninth grade anymore.

Yeah, I guess you're right, we're both grown up.

[SOBBING] Oh, Morty. Oh.

[SIGHS]

Why did you introduce me to Denny for in the first place?

To tell you the truth, I thought if I could impress you

with one of my clients, you'd give me a tumble.

Oh! [CHUCKLES]

I thought we could build our own life together,

like Brutus and Calpurnia.

Well...

Brutus is married to somebody else,

and Calpurnia's Caesar's wife.

Anyway, you're not looking for...

a partnership at this moment.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS]

[WINKLER KISSING]

WINKLER: Relax, Brutus,

it's a fellow Shakespearean scholar.

Harriet? Calpurnia?

WINKLER: I love you, Brutus.

[KISSING]

I love you, too, Harriet, but where are you?

[KISSING]

Oh, Calpurnia!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ah! Mr. Pringle, the daring young man,

has come back to earth with his snowbird.

Ms. Ferrini.

We're both very grateful, Mr. Roarke.

Are you going to go back to your traveling circus?

Just long enough to sell the popcorn concession.

Then we join the rest of the family in Chicago

for their opening, and our wedding.

I wish you both great happiness.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Ms. Ferrini.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Another happy ending.

[GIRLS CHUCKLE]

ROARKE: Indeed, Tattoo.

A man never knows what he can achieve

until he reaches for a star.

Ah, Ms. Winkler, Mr. Green,

or is it once again, uh, Calpurnia and Brutus?

Well, either way, Mr. Roarke, my fantasy has come true.

You too, Mr. Green?

Let's say the best thing that ever happened to me

was going to the hot springs lagoon.

[CHUCKLES]

-[CHUCKLES] -Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-Oh, thank you. -Thank you.

-Goodbye, Mr. Green. -Goodbye.

[SIGHS]

As you have remarked, Tattoo, another happy ending.

TATTOO: You're right, boss.

A man never know what he can achieve

in hot lagoon.

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