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(BELL RINGING)

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

(TROPICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

LAWRENCE: I assume from all the fuss being made over them,

they must be celebrities, sir.

MR. ROARKE: Not quite, Lawrence.

Mr. and Mrs. Paul Spenser have been sent

by a television show called Your Wildest...

Your Wildest Dream Come True.

-I know that show, sir. -Do you?

Well, they're sponsoring Mr. Spenser's fantasy.

LAWRENCE: Whatever his wildest dream is,

Mrs. Spenser doesn't seem all that thrilled about being here.

That's because the lady's afraid

her husband's luck may be running out.

His luck, sir?

Mr. Spenser was a fighter pilot during World War II.

His fantasy is to have one definitive aerial dogfight

with a German ace, Gunther Richter,

to determine which of them is truly the Ace of Aces.

A dogfight, sir? You mean zoom, zoom, rat-a-tat tat and all that?

All that.

LAWRENCE: No wonder Mrs. Spenser looks worried.

Haven't I seen that face before?

MR. ROARKE: Oh, I'm sure you have, Lawrence.

That's Miss Joanna Jones.

Of course. The pop artist.

If one can call such singing art.

Nevertheless, it has made Miss Jones

one of the most popular singers in the world.

Not anymore, sir.

No, in recent years, her records have sold less and less,

and now Miss Jones has convinced herself that she's obsolete.

LAWRENCE: And what is her fantasy, sir? A comeback?

No.

To have a baby.

And how are we supposed to help out?

By introducing her to the man

she envisions will make her fantasy come true.

LAWRENCE: Have you found him, sir?

MR. ROARKE: The very man.

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

(ENGINE ROARING)

SPENSER: People from the television show

are supposed to be shooting this dogfight.

Shouldn't they be here by now, Mr. Roarke?

No, Mr. Spenser. My arrangement is for them

to photograph only your arrival and departure.

All other footage for their show will be supplied by us.

You'll understand why shortly.

Compared to today's jet aircraft, it seems so simple.

Well, that's the beauty of it, Lawrence, it's simplicity.

Everything was a lot simpler in those days.

You knew who you were. You knew who your enemy was.

Today, everything's a lot more complicated.

No room in the sky for guys like me anymore.

Oh, that's a rather bleak statement

for a relatively young man, Mr. Spenser.

Well, last week I took my yearly physical exam.

When the report came back, I wasn't young anymore,

and I wasn't a flight captain

for Global American Airways anymore, either.

You've been grounded, sir?

That's it.

Look, I... I haven't told my wife about it yet.

But you can understand why this fantasy means so much to me.

I hope it's satisfying to you, Mr. Spenser,

and to Mr. Gunther Richter.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)

The Messerschmitt check out to your satisfaction, Mr. Richter?

(GERMAN ACCENT) A beautiful machine, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.

Mr. Paul Spenser, Mr. Gunther Richter.

Well, after all these years, we finally meet.

Maybe it's better this way.

Yes, it's always better to save the best for last.

So, when is our little duel scheduled, Mr. Roarke?

In a little while, Mr. Richter.

We'll have your Messerschmitt fitted with a camera gun

identical to the one in Mr. Spenser's plane.

Cameras instead of machine guns?

Yes.

Well, more humane, of course.

Less satisfying, perhaps.

Perhaps, but at least you'll both have the satisfaction of conducting your contest

under World War II conditions in every other respect.

Has the five-second requirement been made quite clear to Mr. Richter, sir?

GUNTHER: More rules?

Uh, yes. Yes, necessary ones

since you're not using real bullets.

Whichever of you holds the other in his gun sight

for five full seconds is the winner.

The Ace of Aces.

There is one more thing, Mr. Roarke.

Yes?

Well, look at us.

We're not the young lions we were 40 years ago.

What about the reflexes, the physical stress factors?

Now, it's my understanding you intended to do something about that.

And so I shall.

But first, may I propose a toast? Lawrence.

Mr. Richter. Mr. Spenser.

No. I had to give up drinking a few years back.

I think you'll find this a very special champagne

that produces a very singular result.

If you please, Mr. Spenser.

LAWRENCE: Sir.

Thank you.

May the better man win.

(GLASSES CLINK)

LAWRENCE: Why, sir, it's...

It's absolutely mind-boggling.

Now you understand why I thought it best

not to have the television people here.

(COUNTRY-ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ If you've got to roam out to Texas

♪ You can see that it's a wide-open state

One lump or two, Miss Jones?

♪ You can bet that it's a honky-tonkin' place ♪

(TURNS MUSIC DOWN)

Will that be one lump or two, Miss Jones?

Oh, I'm sorry. Could I have iced tea instead, please?

Yes, Miss.

Iced tea.

(TURNS MUSIC OFF)

That's what I used to sound like, Mr. Roarke,

but I don't know what I sound like today

or even why you asked me to sing for your guests.

That's not a part of my fantasy.

I'm well aware of that, Miss Jones.

I haven't even been practicing.

I've been rattling around this 30-room shack for the last couple years

staring at the same old posters,

listening to the same old music,

waiting for the same old people to return my phone calls,

which they don't anymore.

I don't understand how having a child

is a solution to any of that, Miss Jones.

Having a child would give meaning to my life again.

Ah, then you're speaking of building a family.

Oh, no, Mr. Roarke, I don't want a husband.

Now, I know how that may sound,

but I've been living my own life too long.

I wouldn't know where to go to look for the kind of man

that I would want to father my child.

I see.

Do you?

I could give a child a lot of love, Mr. Roarke.

I have plenty of time and money,

but I need for it to be mine.

I need to know the man.

You have many needs, Miss Jones.

Your iced tea, Miss.

Thank you.

In any event, I have made arrangements

for you to meet a man I feel can truly fulfill those needs.

As a matter of fact, sir...

Ah, yes.

What does he think of me... I mean, of my fantasy?

Oh, I haven't told him about that, Miss Jones.

That's for you to do.

Mr. Roarke.

I hope I didn't get the wrong time.

-I'm not interrupting, am I? -Oh, no, no.

But I'm afraid I won't be able to join you.

I have, however, arranged for a most charming substitute.

Miss Joanna Jones, may I present Mr. Harley Payton.

-How do you do? -Hello.

I wish I could say I was disappointed, Mr. Roarke.

I promised Mr. Payton that he'd be shown around our island paradise.

Yes, but he didn't promise me I'd have such a beautiful guide.

Shall we go?

-Sure. -Okay.

This sort of thing is a little out of our line, isn't it, sir.

No, not really, Lawrence.

The outcome may well be something

Miss Jones never bargained for.

Lorraine!

Lorraine?

Paul?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's me.

Paul, what's happening to us?

It's the fantasy. Do you like it?

Oh, what do you think?

Oh!

Oh.

Lori, you're beautiful.

Look at you. Look.

You look the way you did the day we were married.

Yeah.

Do you remember that rundown hotel in Atlantic City?

No heat and paper-thin walls.

And that funny army chaplain

who was in such a hurry to marry us

because of all the other couples waiting in line.

(SIGHS)

He wasn't as anxious as I was.

Do you remember all those new brides

and how they didn't want to waste a minute

because their husbands were all going to war?

Oh, Paul it was all I could do to keep

from letting you know how scared I was.

Well, we've got it again.

At least for a day or two.

Paul, let's live our honeymoon over.

Only this time without the constant fear

of never seeing each other again.

Oh, the scarf.

The one that I gave you the day you went overseas.

And it got me home safely from every mission I ever flew.

Yeah.

What is it?

I almost forgot why we came to Fantasy Island.

(SIGHS) That.

That's just a replay of an old dream.

There's no danger this time.

You told me you never wore that scarf

except for when you were going into combat.

(SIGHS) Look, look...

Now, the only thing we're shooting this time is film.

Relax, okay?

Look, you take it.

Now, you know I'd never go off without it

if I thought I'd be flying in harm's way.

You're single, right?

Does it show that bad?

No. I cheated. I really know who you are.

I even have a couple of your albums.

Well, congratulations. You're among the endangered species.

Every career roller coasters up and down.

I'm a business manager. I know.

You just got to hang on.

I'm tired of just hanging on.

You want to talk about it?

Well, I think I have to.

I mean, we have to, because it concerns you.

Me?

You see, I came here to have a baby.

Well, it doesn't show.

No, no, no, no, no. You don't understand.

I'm not yet,

but I want to be.

I mean, I'm...

I don't know what you are, but what I am is confused.

Well, let's just drop it.

I've got some things I need to do.

-Can I see you later? -I'd like that.

-I'll give you a call. -Great.

(ENGINES REVVING)

Okay, Richter, let's get it on.

Okay, Richter. According to Roarke's rules of combat,

we take her up to Angel's 10.

RICHTER: 10,000 feet. Correct, Mr. Spenser?

SPENSER: Angel's 10.

SPENSER: Okay, break.

Doesn't look like any clouds for you to hide in, Richter.

RICHTER: Don't you feel a little naked, Spenser,

without your squadron to cover your attack?

SPENSER: Negative. My game was always one-on-one.

Come out, come out wherever you are.

Richter? Richter?

No cigar, Richter.

I'd figure you'd try to come in out of the sun.

Nice try. How many kills do you have, Richter?

You will make number 57, Spenser.

SPENSER: I don't think so.

Now I'm on your tail.

You're not shaking me loose.

This is all she wrote.

(RICHTER LAUGHING) You fell for it, Spenser.

(LAUGHING) You fell for it, Spenser. The oldest trick in the book.

Nice rollaway, but I'm still here.

RICHTER: Just like the old days.

MAN: Dresden below.

Over Dresden, Captain.

Bombs away.

Wilma, run for the shelter!

Wilma!

Wilma!

JOANNA: Well, I'm trying to explain why I'm going to do what I'm going to do.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Just give me a minute, okay?

All that about my childhood,

that's why I got into music as heavy as I did.

It's the one thing that no one could take away from me.

Until the bottom fell out.

The old roller coaster.

Yeah, when I stopped caring about my music,

people sensed it, and they stopped caring, too.

And they stopped buying my records.

So you're upset about your life.

I have houses and cars and things that money can buy,

but I need something of my own.

Something that will give my life meaning.

I'm hearing a lot about "me" and "my,"

but what about what the baby will need?

Oh, it'll have everything.

Including a very special father.

Hmm.

Will you do it?

What?

You mean me?

Will you?

(CHUCKLES) I...

My pleasure, so to speak.

Oh, honey. Don't ever do this to me again.

Oh, Lori, you should have been there.

You can't believe what it felt like.

Oh, Paul.

Mr. Roarke, it was fantastic.

Well, I'm pleased you're pleased, Mr. Spenser.

The Allies won, of course, didn't they, sir?

Unfortunately, there was no winner.

Yeah, you can forget about developing the film.

Neither of us could nail the other one

for the required five seconds.

Well, splendid. Then there is no loser.

You can both claim the title Ace of Aces.

-Shall I open the champagne? -By all means.

We haven't met. I'm Lorraine Spenser.

Gunther Richter.

(BOMBS EXPLODING)

I'm sorry for staring.

You're very beautiful.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

I take it Mr. Richter is not entirely happy about sharing the title, sir.

Neither am I, and I'm sure the television people

aren't going to like it either.

One more time, Mr. Roarke.

-Paul, no! -Why not? I can get him this time.

He's good, but so am I.

Mr. Roarke, I'll talk to the television people.

I'm sure they'll pick up the tab, but if they don't, I will.

The added cost is no problem, Mr. Spenser.

It can be arranged, if Mr. Richter agrees.

Oh, he'll agree.

I can guarantee it.

Excuse me.

I have this uneasy feeling, sir.

So have I, Lawrence.

So have I.

HARLEY: I think I'd be out of my mind to turn her down.

I imagine many would say that, yes.

So I'm not going to.

Well, that, of course, is entirely up to you.

Did she explain her reasons for wanting this baby?

Yeah, she did,

and I can understand how she feels, I guess.

And you?

What do you mean me?

I'll never even see it.

Really, Mr. Payton?

Nor think about it?

Your son or daughter?

Is she all right? Is she happy?

What he looks like? No?

(WHIMPERING)

Out, you canine usurper.

No one may sit in this chair but Mr. Roarke.

My dear guests,

I am Lawrence, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

(BARKS)

One never knows when opportunity might strike.

(BARKS)

Argh!

LORRAINE: Paul, please.

Don't fly against Richter again.

Oh, come on, Lori.

And the TV people can put on a good show

with the film Roarke will give them.

No.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

But why, Paul? What is it?

In a...

In a couple of days, we're going to be leaving here,

going back to who we really are, who I really am.

You see, I want people to see the show

and see me going out a winner.

What are you talking about, going out?

I didn't pass my last flight physical.

I'm grounded, for good.

You mean you have to retire.

Yeah.

Oh, honey.

Is that all it is?

All?

It's my whole life.

Flying's the only thing I know.

My poor baby.

And all those wonderful plans we made

for when you'd finally have to retire.

Getting the house up at the lake in Tahoe

that we've always had our eye on.

You being able to fish any time you wanted,

forget about the clock.

maybe start a small business.

Oh, Paul, your life,

our life,

isn't over.

It's just beginning.

I...

I just thought you might be disappointed in me somehow.

Darling, I couldn't be happier.

How the hell did I get so lucky?

-Champagne? -Yes, thank you.

And one for me.

To us.

Cheers.

Um...

Will I ever see this baby?

What? I think you're getting

a little ahead of the situation, aren't you?

Won't he want to know who his father is?

Harley, you're not cooperating.

I know.

Joanna, I cannot go through with this.

To me, you want a baby for all the wrong reasons.

It's none of your business.

Well, it's my kid, too, you know.

Oh, not at this rate.

Joanna, you are a most desirable woman.

But a baby is not some gadget

you just go buy over the counter.

You can't talk to me like that, Harley Payton.

I've trusted you.

And I want to make love to you.

But not like this.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUESTS CHATTING)

With my compliments

to help you celebrate your second honeymoon.

That's very sweet, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

Well, we'll need another case of bubbly tomorrow

for another celebration...

My win over Richter.

Personally, I think it's gotten out of hand.

You may be right, Mrs. Spenser.

Will you excuse me?

(RICHTER'S VOICE) You're very beautiful.

(EXPLOSIONS, SIRENS)

LORRAINE: Mr. Richter?

Mr. Richter, won't you join us?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Thank you.

Here, have some of this.

You're very kind.

If I may propose a toast.

To your wife, Spenser,

because she is every bit as lovely as the woman I love,

my own wife.

Thank you.

So, where is this lovely woman of yours?

Yeah, why didn't you bring her with you to Fantasy Island?

Oh, she's here,

but only in my memory.

Wilma is dead.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. But it was a long time ago.

During the war, which your husband and I

try so desperately to romanticize.

-It was a sad time. -Yes.

Wilma was killed

during an American bombing raid on Dresden.

A non-military target.

Perhaps your squadron flew escort

for the B-17s on that raid, Spenser.

No, not that one.

But you remember, of course.

It was a meaningless raid at the end of the war.

A terror raid to break the morale of the German citizens.

I was a lieutenant.

I didn't make decisions. I flew missions just like you.

Of course.

I don't often think about the war.

I've been too busy, working,

building a career in the automotive business.

But we were young then, like you were.

Later I married three times trying to forget Wilma.

But today, up there,

it all came back.

I could see her face just before the bombs hit.

Mr. Richter, please.

It was such a long time ago.

We are sorry, but can't we change the subject?

Good idea. Look, we can't change the past,

but we can have some of this good champagne.

There's a word we Germans have.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Among other things, it uniquely describes

a person who has grown weary of living with lies.

The lie that such raids were necessary,

that woman and children must die.

You're forgetting about the blitz on London. What about Warsaw?

I'm forgetting nothing, Spenser!

Will you excuse me now?

RICHTER: I'm sorry about earlier this evening.

SPENSER: Oh, yeah, I understand. Hey, but Roarke says

we can go at it one more time.

You're good, Spenser.

You really are a very good flier, but you're not that good.

-So why don't we leave it the way it is? -Oh, come on, Richter.

My gut says I can take you. What does yours say?

All right.

But there's a condition this time.

Name it.

You may not have the stomach for what I have in mind.

Oh, I'll fly you blindfolded if that's what you want.

That won't be necessary.

Instead,

we substitute these for the film.

How about you?

Wouldn't you rather die like this

than go back to being an old man?

This time for real.

All right.

But we'll keep it our secret until afterward.

Yes.

I will tell Roarke all about it... Afterward.

Good evening.

Excuse me.

Mr. Roarke, I want a word with you.

Of course, Miss Jones. Lawrence, will you bring some tea?

Yes, sir.

Please have a seat, won't you?

Has something happened to displease you, Miss Jones?

Well, nothing has happened, and that displeases me very much.

Does it really?

How can you ask?

That man walked out on me last night.

Well, surely he had some reason.

Oh, sure he had a reason.

He was exercising a father's prerogative.

Mr. Roarke, you promised me a man that would cooperate.

Miss Jones, Fantasy Island cannot guarantee

your conceiving a child.

We offer only the opportunity to fulfill your fantasy.

You mean, that's it?

Perhaps if you considered Mr. Payton's side of things,

you might find his viewpoint

contains merit worthy of consideration.

I didn't come here to psychoanalyze Harley Payton.

I came here to get pregnant.

Thanks for nothing.

Paul?

Paul?

Paul.

His scarf.

PAYTON: Joanna, I've been looking all over the place for you.

I don't need another lecture, Mr. Payton,

thank you very much.

No, no lectures, honest. I just wanted to apologize

for walking out on you the way I did last night.

Well, great. You've apologized. Good-bye.

Now, will you listen to me for just a minute, please?

Why should I?

Because I care, about you and your baby.

What baby?

I know you feel rejected because of last night,

but it's the situation, it's not you.

-I don't care. -Yes, you do.

I know you do, and so do I.

I could love you, Joanna.

Then you should have, Harley.

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

She seems to be leaving with him.

Yeah.

I think maybe I could have handled all this a little differently.

How? She's a free woman after all.

HARLEY: Yeah, that's a big comfort.

All I meant was you mustn't blame yourself, Mr. Payton.

And you have preserved your self-respect.

Are you kidding?

Can't you see what's gonna happen now?

If you want to change your mind, now's the time.

Once we're up in the air...

This is the way I want it.

I'm going to kill you, Spenser.

You know, I'm still trying to believe

that this is really happening.

I mean, I'm really here with you.

Yeah, me too.

Joanna Jones, the pop star,

picking me up.

You know, I've never been with someone famous before.

I'm not Joanna Jones.

Of course you are.

What are you trying to pull, huh?

I'm really sorry.

Joanna Jones just doesn't exist anymore.

Miss Jones wishes to see you, sir.

And I am always delighted to see Miss Jones.

Well, then I can add to your delight

by telling you I have accomplished my fantasy.

I think Miss Jones and I

had best talk a moment alone, Lawrence.

Yes, sir.

Miss Jones, the gentleman with whom

you suggest you consummated your fantasy came to me

complaining that you threw him out of your bungalow.

Totally unconsummated, by the way.

Now, I hope you haven't forgotten

that you are contracted to sing tonight.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, don't make me stay.

You are not being honest.

No.

You feel your fantasy hasn't been realized,

and you are disappointed.

Now, that's understandable.

But a child can't possibly give you

a sense of identity, Miss Jones.

You have to provide that out of the fullness of your own life.

You can't burden a baby with such a responsibility.

What am I supposed to do?

How do I straighten out my life?

You start here.

By honoring your obligation and singing tonight.

Why, you have the opportunity to establish

a new identity as a singer again.

The new Joanna Jones.

And she can be whoever you want her to be.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Well, you start by deciding to sing again.

Well, maybe the audience won't like me.

Maybe they won't. Or maybe they will.

Maybe they'll sense the true artist in you, as I do.

The real Joanna Jones.

You think I can do it?

I know you can.

SPENSER: Richter, we climb to Angel's 10 and break.

No more games.

RICHTER: It's not going to be like World War II, Yank.

This time you're going to lose.

SPENSER: We're at Angel's 10. Break.

(GUNS FIRING)

(ROARKE READING) "I told you I wouldn't fly this morning, but I have to.

"I hope you understand. All my love. Paul."

I know. It doesn't sound all that ominous,

but the bullet and the fact

that he took his combat scarf with him.

And you say he never wore it

except when he flew in actual combat?

Yes! That's what frightens me, Mr. Roarke.

I'd say you have every reason to be uneasy, ma'am.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, if you don't stop them,

I know one of them is going to be killed... I know it.

There still may be time.

RICHTER: You'd better stop daydreaming, Spenser,

or you're a dead man.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, do something!

Mr. Spenser, this is Roarke.

Come in, please.

Why didn't he answer, sir?

I don't know, Lawrence.

Perhaps because he doesn't want to.

SPENSER: Very good. Apparently the reputation you earned

during the war is well deserved.

MR. ROARKE: Spenser, Richter, this is Roarke.

Listen to me.

You are both to land at once.

Sorry, Mr. Roarke, this is between us.

RICHTER: Haven't you learned anything, Yank? I have you.

SPENSER: Wrong again.

SPENSER: What is it with you?

You're hanging there like a wounded pigeon.

You got a problem, Richter?

Worry about yourself, Spenser.

What's going on up there?

Break off and come down. It's over.

MR. ROARKE: Can't you see he's handing you this kill on a platter?

Richter, it's too easy. I don't shoot sitting ducks.

Mr. Roarke is right about this.

Sorry. But all of a sudden, this isn't fun anymore.

I'll see you on the ground.

RICHTER: No stomach for it anymore, Yank?

Real thing too much for you?

Oh, Paul's gonna land.

I could shoot you down, Spenser.

SPENSER: Yeah, you could.

But I don't think you will.

Look, one of us dying won't bring Wilma back.

I wish it could. I mean that.

RICHTER: Shoot, damn it, shoot!

Just because you can't shoot...

I can.

(GASPS) Oh, Mr. Roarke!

It's no good, Richter.

You can't force him to fight.

Come down, please.

RICHTER: To what?

Spenser, I warn you.

This time I will not miss.

Fight me!

MR. ROARKE: He has no reason to. Don't you understand?

You killed Wilma just as certainly as he did.

What are you saying?

MR. ROARKE: I'm saying that every person who survives a war

is in his own way responsible for those who die.

It's an eternal debt we each must pay off in our own way,

but not by more killing, Richter.

LORRAINE: Don't do it! Please!

RICHTER: He's right, Wilma. I must let you go.

I love you.

I will always love you.

Perhaps that will be enough.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Oh, Paul!

I'm ready to begin that new future you were talking about.

(APPLAUSE)

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

I take great pleasure in introducing to you

a very lovely lady, a wonderful singer.

Will you please welcome Miss Joanna Jones?

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

Thank you. But Mr. Roarke should have said

"The new Joanna Jones."

I hope you like her.

You know, I haven't decided what kind of music

I'll be singing from now on,

but I have decided one thing:

I'll be singing it for you.

(APPLAUSE)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ You know I want you, baby

♪ I can't help but feel this way

♪ I got my eyes on you, darling

♪ I can't wait another day

♪ I wanna wrap my arms around you

♪ Squeeze you through the night

♪ Love you till the morning

♪ I'm gonna make you

♪ Feel right

♪ Well

♪ Now take my hand and show me

♪ The things you do so well

♪ We might last forever

♪ Only time will tell

♪ I wanna kiss you all over

♪ It's gonna feel oh so nice

♪ I know it's hard on you, baby

♪ Come on and make me

♪ Feel right

♪ Well

♪ Now take my hand and show me

♪ The things you do so well

♪ We might last forever

♪ Only time will tell

♪ I wanna kiss you all over

♪ It's gonna feel oh so nice

♪ I know it's hard on you, baby

♪ Come on and make me

♪ Feel right

♪ Come on and make me

♪ Feel right

♪ Feel right

♪ Feel right

♪ Feel right

♪ Come on and make me

♪ Feel right ♪

(APPLAUSE)

I think you're a hit, Miss Jones.

Thanks to you.

And thanks to you,

when I do decide to have that baby someday,

it will be for all the right reasons.

You're terrific as ever.

Not as ever, Harley.

This is brand-new.

At least for me it is.

Joanna, I want to see you again.

But I guess you're going to be pretty busy when you leave here.

Not that busy, Harley.

Never that busy.

I tell you, Mr. Roarke,

the first thing Lorraine and I are going to do when we get home

is we're going to get an RV,

and we're going take off to every corner

of the United States that has a gas pump.

(LAUGHS)

-Good-bye. -Good-bye, sir.

Mr. Roarke, have you met my new manager?

Well, congratulations to both of you.

I predict you'll be a most formidable duo in the music business.

JOANNA: Well, thank you!

-Good-bye. -Good-bye, sir.

-Good-bye, sir. -Bye.

-About her fantasy, sir. -Yes?

You suppose she'll... I mean, they'll, uh...

I'm absolutely certain of it, Lawrence.

Absolutely certain.