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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-Good morning, Mr. Roarke. -Good morning, Lawrence.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

-[WOMEN LAUGHING] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[BAND PLAYS]

LAWRENCE: Oh, now, there's an extraordinary woman.

ROARKE: That's Mrs. Margaret Smith

of New York City. She was widowed five years ago.

And now, of course, her fantasy is to meet the proper gentlemen

-to become her new husband. -Uh, not exactly, Lawrence, no.

You see, Mrs. Smith has found that, uh,

since her only child, a daughter,

is grown and living her own life,

that being a lonely widow is exactly that.

Lonely.

Her fantasy is to find romance.

I should think romance and a husband

to a lady of her obvious breeding

would go hand in hand, sir.

Possibly, Lawrence...

but not necessarily.

Oh, Miss Deborah Barnes and Mr. Dennis Payne.

LAWRENCE: I fear, he may prove to be a pain

in the proverbial part of the anatomy, sir.

Oh? Why do you say that?

Because I have it from a very good source

that before he agreed to come to the island,

he actually checked us out first.

The Chamber of Commerce, the Better Business Bureau,

even The Tourist Guide To Fun and Adventure.

Well, Lawrence, I wouldn't take it personally.

It's part of Mr. Payne's nature to be cautious.

It is also the reason Miss Barnes insisted

on coming here. You see...

after going together and waiting three, futile years,

Miss Barnes' fantasy is to get Mr. Payne to finally propose.

Of course, sir. "Fish or cut bait."

As the saying goes.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: May I suggest that you relax, Ms. Smith?

You're here to enjoy yourself and find romance.

[SIGHS]

I just can't go through with this.

Please.

Why don't you tell me

what's really troubling you, Ms. Smith?

Your fantasy isn't just to find romance...

is it?

-No. -No.

No. As a matter of fact,

I have someone very specific in mind.

His name is Jeffrey Dorner.

Uh-huh.

Well, we met about six months ago.

How, would you believe? In an elevator

-[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY] -No.

A storm had blacked out the co-op,

where my daughter lives, and...

and there we were, this total stranger and I,

-suddenly stuck between floors. -Just the two of you?

-Yes. -For how long?

About 25 minutes, I guess, although it...

it seemed like hours. [SIGHS]

I just remember how frightened I was and...

how wonderful he was. [CHUCKLES]

This voice coming out of the dark,

saying these funny little things...

comforting things.

And when the power finally came back?

Well, we shook hands,

said our good-byes and went our separate ways.

And I've been kicking myself ever since

for letting him walk out of my life like that.

But you knew his name.

Uh, may I ask why you didn't try to locate him?

Oh, because it would have been wrong.

It's our ages, Mr. Roarke.

He's younger than I am.

A lot younger.

Oh.

Oh, but I want to see him again.

And that is what my fantasy is all about.

But that's perfectly all right, Ms. Smith.

What you want is quite understandable.

Really.

Now... why don't you try to enjoy yourself?

And in the meantime...

-I'll see what I can do, huh? -[CHUCKLES] Thank you.

I just wish I didn't feel so damn foolish.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I don't know, Mr. Roarke.

Every time I bring up the subject of marriage,

Dennis changes it.

I mean, I guess he's just not interested.

Maybe I should forget all about it.

Well, of course, it's entirely up to you, Miss Barnes.

Uh, that is, if you wish to call off your fantasy.

I didn't say that. Did you hear me say that?

Absolutely not, Miss.

DEBORAH: The thing is, uh...

ROARKE: Yes?

Do you really think your plan will work?

I'll let you be the judge of that, Miss Barnes.

DEBORAH: Wow.

He's the one who's going to make the passes at me?

Mr. Anderson, Miss Debbie Barnes.

-Miss Barnes, it's my pleasure. -Hello.

-Hello. -I submit

that if this gentleman's attentions don't make

Mr. Payne jealous enough to propose, nothing will.

When do we start?

Uh, you said you were to meet Mr. Payne in the terrace lounge?

Yes, the lounge. I'm supposed to be there now.

Then why don't you go ahead and leave the rest to me?

Uh, Mr. Anderson will join you shortly.

I'm in your hands.

Trust me, Miss Barnes.

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

-Miss Barnes? -Hmm?

-The cup, please. -Oh. [CHUCKLES]

Poor Dennis.

Any questions, Mr. Anderson?

Made the situation very clear, Mr. Roarke.

Just, uh, pour it on, right?

Only to the point of total immersion.

-You-- you got it. -[ROARKE LAUGHS]

[GASPS, GRUNTS]

Mr. Anderson, are you all right?

Uh! My back. I think it just went out.

-Call an ambulance. -No, no, that's okay.

Three, four hours, I'll be good as new.

Three, four... hours?

[ANDERSON GROANING]

We'll just have to find someone else

to help fulfill Miss Barnes' fantasy.

But, sir, I'm afraid...

we haven't got enough time to find someone else

with his qualifications.

Unless, of course.

I, Lawrence?

With all due respect, sir. I was thinking of myself.

However, if you'd rather--

I didn't say I'd rather, Lawrence.

But I suppose we've no other choice.

[SIGHS] I'm just going to have to take his place.

Yes, sir.

As you told me when I entered your employ,

"It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it."

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

No bathing suit, Ms. Smith?

I should think you would enjoy a swim

on such a marvelous day.

Well, I think I'd look a little weird

getting on the plane in a bathing suit.

I-- I've decided to call the whole thing off.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry to hear that.

May I ask why?

Well, I've done a lot of thinking

since we had our talk, and...

Well, let me put it this way...

I feel so ridiculous.

I suppose I understand your reasons,

even if I don't agree with them at all.

But if that is your decision...

very well.

However, you might, uh, reconsider...

since your fantasy is, um...

sitting right over there.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

It-- it is you, isn't it, Jeffrey?

[LAUGHS]

Maggie.

This is fantastic. Well, please, sit down.

[BOTH LAUGH]

You know, when the lights finally came back on

in that elevator, I remember thinking then

how pretty you were, but...

but you're even more beautiful than I remember.

Oh.

What happened to you, Maggie?

-What do you mean? -I mean, where did you go

when you left the elevator?

About three seconds after the doors closed,

the thought hit me, "Get her phone number, you idiot."

And I went back up to the floor you got off on,

and went looking for you.

-You're kidding! -No.

There I was, knocking on every door,

trying to describe you to maids who didn't speak English,

making a complete fool of myself.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

And all the time I was down in the lobby

waiting for you to come out.

Oh.

I was parked in the garage. I left that way.

The garage.

-I should have thought of it. -[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

Margaret Smith, we've got some lost time

to make up for, don't we?

Yeah.

Yes, we do.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

That's 8 percent tax,

plus 15 percent service...

multiplied by number of days stayed...

the total is...

[WHISTLES, CHUCKLES] Debbie.

-Huh? -Do you know what this is?

Oh, your calculator.

The only time you're not poking at it

is when you're in the shower.

[CHUCKLES] The only time?

All right, the only other time.

But even then it's never more than a nightstand away.

Come on, honey, I'm a CPA. My calculator is like my ID.

Anyway, I'm talking about

these little green numbers, here.

Do you realize what this place is costing us?

Your Summer's Delight, Miss Barnes.

Summer's Delight? Excuse me, pal.

I believe we ordered two club sodas with lime.

Your club soda with lime, sir.

Compliments of Mr. Roarke.

Forgive me for intruding, but I saw you sitting here,

and I couldn't resist. Uh, may I?

-Of course. -Thank you.

Is someone else joining us? I mean you?

A friend of mine who helps me out now and then

was supposed to be here, but I'm afraid

he met with a little accident and hurt his back.

Oh, no.

I mean, how awful for him.

I've already made arrangements for someone else

to take my friend's place.

In the meantime...

I couldn't resist the opportunity to be with you.

[CLEARS THROAT] Excuse me.

Uh, would you two like to be alone?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Payne!

Uh, did you just get here?

No. As a matter of fact, no.

What is-- What is going on here anyway?

ROARKE: Nothing to interest you, I'm afraid.

-[GIGGLING] -[CHUCKLING] No.

Enjoy your Summer's Delight.

I created it myself...

Deborah.

Deborah.

I have to admit I took the name Summer's Delight

from a French poem.

Perhaps you are familiar with it?

"Even in the winter's darkest night...

you...

will always be...

my summer's delight"

Until later...

Deborah.

Until later.

Ten-to-one your Summer's Delight will show up on our tab.

Dennis, do me a favor.

Shut up.

[SLURPING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Whoa! -Nothing to it, Maggie.

All you have to know is how to say "whoa"

-and "giddy-up." -Oh, yeah? How about "Help!"

-[BOTH LAUGHING] -[ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING]

This feels good, being together.

Feels perfect.

You don't-- you don't think it's inappropriate

for me to be attracted...

to a-- a woman...

-Older than you are? -[SIGHS] Yes.

Well, it does make me wonder what you see in me.

I've thought about that a lot, Maggie.

I don't have to prove anything to you.

I don't have to play a role.

Do you understand what I'm talking about?

-Yes, I do... -[LAUGHS]

...and that's okay with me. [LAUGHS]

Wonderful! Well, let's ride, pretty lady. Come on. Let's go.

♪ Everything my whole... ♪

Do you know that day in the elevator?

I remember something else, something that didn't happen.

What is that?

Well, just before the power came back on,

I remember moving closer to you, like this.

I could feel your breath...

and smell your perfume.

I-- I remember thinking that I didn't care

if the power ever came back on.

Suddenly, all I wanted to do

was take hold of you and kiss you.

Why didn't you?

I was afraid.

Do you still feel that?

Maggie, I don't know what to feel.

Yes, you do.

♪ And everything I feel ♪

♪ You are so beautiful ♪

[GROANS]

-Hi. -Hi.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you.

ROARKE: Ms. Smith?

[GASPS] Mr. Roarke, I have got

-the most wonderful-- -Oh, no,

you don't have to tell me. I can see

you have been enjoying your stay with us.

-You're absolutely radiant. -Oh, thank you.

I'm so glad I didn't leave.

As my daughter, Virginia, would put it,

"I am totally pigging out on happiness."

I'm delighted.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I...

How am I ever going to explain Jeffrey to her?

Are you afraid your daughter might disapprove?

Oh, she's not the type of girl to be surprised by anything...

-except maybe this. -Oh.

Oh, well, I'll think up something

before I go back home.

I'm afraid you better think of it now.

Your daughter arrived on the afternoon plane.

Maggie!

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I don't think I can handle this.

Of course you can.

VIRGINIA: Are you surprised to see me?

Boy, I'll say you're surprised. Look at you.

[LAUGHS] Well, of course I'm surprised, darling.

But happy, too.

Uh. Mr. Roarke, this is my daughter, Virginia.

I already had the pleasure at the plane dock.

Well, I'm sure you both have a great deal

of catching up to do. So, uh, if you'll excuse me.

[BOTH LAUGH]

So, what in the world are you doing here?

I thought you were up in Aspen skiing.

Maggie, you won't believe this, but I was at the airport

all ready to board the plane when...

No, I'm going to save it as a surprise.

[CHUCKLES] Well, darling,

I have a little surprise for you, too.

Hey, I don't doubt it with all these

distinguished-looking gentlemen I've seen around here,

like Mr. Roarke, for instance.

Bet you've been making out like crazy.

Well, actually...

-I have met someone. -All right! Anybody special?

Oh, Ginny, very special.

Oh, that's great.

Maggie, I'm so happy for you.

-You mean it? -Of course I mean it.

[CHUCKLES] It's just that.

Well, we both loved Dad so much, I--

I thought maybe you might resent it

if I ever fell in love with someone else.

Hey, come on.

The only thing that matters is your being happy.

So, when do I get to meet him?

You know, I kind of like the idea of having

some father figure around

that I can hit on for extra money now and then.

Oh. Uh, tonight.

We'll all have dinner together. You, me, and, uh...

my father figure.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Payne is right over there, sir.

How in the world did you find him so quickly?

I was once in the employ of a renowned divorce attorney,

if that answers your question, sir.

Indeed it does. Thank you, Lawrence.

[SIGHS] Well, Miss Barnes.

Let's get it on.

-Now. -[LAUGHS]

It must be so romantic, living on an island like this.

Yes, but it can also be very lonely... Deborah.

I can't imagine a man like you being lonely.

No way.

Once in a blue moon...

someone like you comes along

to remind me just how lonely a man can be...

even in paradise.

Oh, but...

with all your beautiful lady guests...

Oh.

Have you ever stood in a crowd...

surrounded by hundreds of people...

and felt lonely?

You felt that way, too?

-You? -Many, many times.

Maybe what you need is somebody to take care of you.

To see that you're never lonely again.

You know what I mean?

I know exactly what you mean.

-DENNIS: Debbie! -Oh, my God! Dennis!

Oh, Mr. Payne, how nice.

Um, I was just, um, showing Miss Barnes

around the island.

Sure you were.

-The "deluxe tour," right? -Exactly.

Well, I really must get back.

Um, thank you for a most beautiful afternoon...

Deborah.

Au revoir...

for now.

Oh, he's got some good thing going here, you know that?

But his line-- his line is pure garbage.

I mean, who does he think he's fooling

with that "lonely man in paradise" junk, anyway?

-Huh, Deb? Debbie? -Paradise.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Debbie?

-[MUSIC PLAYING] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Maggie!

You look fantastic.

Now, where is he?

Ginny... uh, there's something I must tell you about him.

Oh, maybe you should just meet him... [CHUCKLES]

...and then you'll understand.

Oh, the way you're building him up,

I can hardly wait.

Do you remember I said I had a surprise, too?

Well, there he is. Jeffrey!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ginny!

VIRGINIA: Now, don't tell me, I'm the last person

you expected to see at Fantasy Island, right?

Right, the very last.

What's the matter?

When I found out you were going to be here,

I gave up a whole week's skiing to be with you.

Oh, no, don't tell me you brought someone else.

No, it's nothing like that.

Then relax, darling.

-[SIGHS] -Maggie, come here.

This is Jeff Dorner.

He's the reason I never made it to Aspen.

Jeff's an old flame.

When we ran into each other in the airport,

things began to get real smoky again.

Jeffrey, this is my mother.

Your mother?

You'd never guess it, but Jeffrey's actually

a very talented conversationalist.

Now, where's this Mr. Wonderful of yours

you were telling me about?

Maggie, how could I have known?

Hey, folks, what's going on here?

Wait a minute.

This man you told me about...

is Jeff?

Oh, please let me explain.

Yeah, yeah, sure. You do that, but...

some other time...

Mother.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke.

Kiss me.

-I beg your pardon? -Dennis hasn't let me

out of his sight all afternoon. It's working.

He's watching us right now.

No, no. Don't look! Just kiss me.

One kiss, Mr. Roarke, and you're looking

at an engaged woman.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SIGHS] Yes.

Well.

That should hook him.

[PANTS] Hook...

who?

[CLEARS THROAT] Rehearsing again, sir?

The kiss

was for Mr. Payne's benefit, Lawrence.

Miss Barnes said he was watching us...

probably from behind those bushes over there.

No, no, don't-- don't look!

If that is true, sir,

Mr. Payne is a most remarkable young man.

Why do you say that?

Because I just left him in the lounge.

He was starting his third sugarless cola.

Is it possible, sir, that Ms. Barnes

was simply looking for an excuse to kiss you?

Lawrence...

I think we have a problem.

"We," sir?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MARGARET: Ginny.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

I'm not in shape for cross-country running.

You're apparently in pretty good shape

-for other sports. -Oh, Ginny.

Now, how was I supposed to have known

about you and Jeff?

Let's just forget it, okay?

Now, you listen to me.

I want to tell you something about how it feels to be alone.

That's not what this is all about.

Jeffrey and I were lovers, don't you understand?

-He could be your own son. -Oh.

Is that what makes it wrong, darling, our age difference?

My God! Doesn't it make it wrong to you?

What's happened to you?

I fell in love.

I can't believe this.

How did you meet him?

In the elevator of the co-op.

Didn't you ever ask him what he was doing

in that elevator?

No.

He was on his way to my apartment to see me!

I've got just one thing to say.

I want him, and I'm going to get him.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

All right, Roarke, where's Debbie?

Oh, Good morning, Mr. Payne. Oh, Deborah?

Why, in her bungalow, I presume.

-Uh, won't you join me? -If she were in her bungalow

I wouldn't be here. What's more,

she wasn't in her bungalow all night.

-That's curious. -That's infidelity.

She spent the night with you, didn't she?

May I suggest tea, sir?

It's very calming for the nerves.

-All I want is an answer. -To what question?

Debbie came here to fulfill a fantasy.

Just what in the hell kind of fantasy is she having?

You didn't ask her?

I don't believe in fantasy fulfillment.

What do you believe in, Mr. Payne?

We're not talking about me.

I want to know what her fantasy was.

To get you to propose.

Propose?

-Marriage? -That's right.

Marriage.

After three years of being a steady date,

always there when you wanted her,

and never quite sure when that would be,

she wants something a little more substantial, Mr. Payne.

Look...

I love Debbie, and I want to marry her, but...

But what, Mr. Payne? What is it that's stopping you?

My first marriage, that's what.

Six years of disaster.

So, you might say I'm a little gun-shy, okay?

Gun-shy? Oh! Because Miss Barnes

is very much like your first wife?

No, no, she's nothing like her at all.

All right, you want to know what I believe in?

Not hurting people, that's what I believe in.

Especially people I love.

I just don't want to run the risk of hurting Debbie

the way my ex-wife and I hurt each other.

-Does that make any sense? -Yes, it does.

But you may be hurting Miss Barnes even more

by what you're doing to her now.

You're right.

You're right. It's wrong of me

to keep her hanging on like this.

Hell, no wonder she turned to you for sympathy.

Well, I'm going to find her, and I'm going to do

what I should have done all along. Propose to her.

[SIGHS]

Maggie?

Don't look so shocked, Jeff. I've been in your bed before.

Do us all a favor, Ginny.

Please get dressed and get out of here.

You afraid my mother will walk in?

Your mother would knock on the door first.

Oh, you mean she's a lady.

Yes, she is.

Well, don't forget.

She's had a lot more practice at it than I have.

That's cruel, Ginny, and it's not fair to Maggie.

Damn it, Jeffrey, what about us?

What about us?

We never meant anything more to each other

than a good time, and you know it.

So why don't you back off?

Because there's at least a chance for us.

She's old enough to be your mother.

[SCOFFS] And you are just mad

because I find her more attractive than I do you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Miss Barnes, I've been looking for you.

Oh, I-- I just wanted to be alone.

-Oh? -I... wanted to subtract my...

liabilities from my assets, as Dennis would put it. I...

I spent the night on the beach.

It was fantastic.

Oh? And your liabilities and assets?

Well, let's just say I'm...

I'm not so sure I want to marry Dennis anymore.

But...

but that's your fantasy.

Was.

It was my fantasy.

I know...

we were just pretending.

Trying to make Dennis jealous. But somewhere along the way...

pretending became real for me.

Miss Barnes...

in spite of all the romantic novels,

people really don't fall in and out of love so easily.

If we had met under any other circumstances,

at best you would have thought of me as a good friend...

nothing more.

Debbie?

I suggest you listen to what he has to say.

Debbie.

There's something important I want to ask you.

Debbie...

will you marry me?

No.

What do you mean "no"?

I'm not sure I want to marry you anymore.

It's that Roarke, isn't it?

I should have torn that guy apart when I had the chance.

You never tore anything apart in your life.

Yeah, maybe not. But if you think I'm afraid

of that guy, guess again.

Oh, Dennis, would you stick to your calculator, all right?

I just don't want you to get hurt.

Me? Hurt?

Oh, real good. Now you--

Look, you save your sympathy for him.

He's gonna need it.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

The last time I saw you, you were so happy, so radiant.

-What's happened? -I had a rather ugly run-in

with reality is what's happened.

Oh?

-I need your help. -Of course.

Well, I have to make a decision.

It's going to affect the lives of three people.

Your daughter, Mr. Dorner, and yourself.

Yes.

However, I don't think I have the courage

to make the choice I really want to make.

The choice that would fly in the face of convention,

shatter the icons of public opinion,

and flout the unwritten code of society?

Oh, I think I can handle all of that, Mr. Roarke.

What I can't handle is my daughter's scorn...

her pain.

Then you've already made your decision, Ms. Smith.

Yes.

Yes. I suppose, I have, haven't I?

Your decision is still negotiable.

Not this one, I'm afraid.

Thanks for the shoulder.

Hey, I was beginning to get worried.

It's been a half hour since I called you.

But I must say the wait was worth it.

-You look absolutely beautiful. -Mm-hmm.

Some old tricks out of a lot of little jars.

Oh, not true. Don't even say that.

Oh, Jeff.

It's been wonderful.

It's been the most magical moments of my life.

But it's over.

For you and me it's over.

What-- what are you talking about?

We-- we've barely started.

It won't work, not for us.

Now, you and Ginny, well-- You could make it work.

I mean, you're more right for each other.

You like the same things...

and you're both young.

Maggie, Ginny and I never had anything like what we have.

I love you.

I never said those words to Ginny, and I never will.

I love you.

I love you, too.

And I'll never forget you.

But it has to be this way, that's all.

[ROARKE GRUNTING]

Roarke...

I want to talk to you.

Certainly, Mr. Payne. About what?

About Deborah.

[ROARKE GRUNTING] Oh?

I've had it with you playing around with her.

-Bravo! -What do you mean?

It should be obvious, Mr. Payne.

Mr. Roarke approves of your flying to the defense

-of Miss Barnes' honor. -Well said, Lawrence.

[ROARKE GRUNTING]

Look, I just asked Deborah to marry me just now,

and because of you, she said no. I'm not going to take that.

Bravo!

As Mr. Roarke has already expressed it.

I admire your determination and respect

the depth of your emotions for Miss Barnes.

[ROARKE GRUNTS]

Now...

[SIGHS] ...what do you have in mind?

Let-- let's just say if this were the old West,

I'd be asking you to step out into the street.

Oh.

[GRUNTS]

I am at your service, Mr. Payne...

for whatever you have in mind.

[SIGHS] What's the use?

I get the definite feeling that no matter what I did,

you'd manage to make me look like a complete fool.

Deborah is yours, Mr. Roarke.

Nobody can compete with you.

Really, sir.

If you had let him hit you just once.

Lightly of course.

It's all right, Lawrence.

What I have in mind

will ultimately prove painless for all concerned.

I promise you.

VIRGINIA: You're responsible for this whole mess

involving my mother, Mr. Roarke.

I always accept responsibility for my actions.

-Then why did you let her do it? -I provide fantasies.

Fantasies, the stuff dreams are made of,

and this was your mother's dream.

-Oh, to have a cheap affair? -Is that how you describe

your own relationship with Mr. Dorner?

-That's different. -How different?

How different?

Your problem, Miss Smith,

may be that you are hypocritical.

-[SCOFFS] -You see, you like the freedom

of being a modern woman in control of her life,

but when your mother wants the same privilege,

you rebel at the thought.

Then you condone what she's done?

Oh, I make no judgments.

But what has she actually done...

except rediscover the joy of love...

and loving?

You make me feel like I'm some sort of a monster.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to.

But I remind you we all must accept the responsibility

for our actions and our freedoms

And you forced your mother to choose between

the two people she loves most in the world.

What do you mean "choose"?

She said good-bye to Mr. Dorner

and is taking the next plane back to the mainland.

You've turned me all around.

I don't know what to think, what to do.

Don't think at all, Miss Smith.

That's right.

Don't think at all. But do.

Do precisely...

what your heart tells you to do.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

It was sweet of you to drop by, Ginny,

but I think I've just about got it whipped.

I didn't come here to help you pack.

I came here to ask you to stay.

Oh, thank you, darling, but.

Well, I've-- I've made so many plans.

-So many things to do. -Mother, stop it.

I've been wrong.

Please forgive me.

Oh, honey.

There's nothing to forgive.

And you were right.

Mother, would you stop contradicting me!

I'm sorry, but you are right.

And I want you and Jeff to have every happiness

you both deserve.

That's what really counts.

What counts is that I grow up and act like a mature woman,

and you won't let me.

What?

You can't give Jeff to me like he's some sports car.

He has a mind of his own.

What's more, he doesn't love me,

and I don't love him.

Understand?

Jeff and I have said all we're ever

going to say to each other...

except maybe when I hit him up for extra allowance money.

[SIGHS]

I love you, Ginny.

And I love you, Maggie.

Oh. One more thing.

Don't forget to tell Jeff

that I taught you everything you know.

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[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Debbie. -Dennis, where have you been?

Packing. I just stopped in to say good-bye.

You're leaving?

Look, whatever you got going with Roarke.

I just don't want to stand in your way.

I love you too much to mess up your life

any more than I have.

-But, Dennis, I-- -Hey.

At least I proposed.

You got your fantasy.

Good-bye, Debbie.

ROARKE: Still gloating, Mr. Payne?

DEBBIE: Mr. Roarke! What happened?

-He didn't tell you? -Tell me what?

What happened this afternoon at the gym.

No. Dennis, why didn't you-- What are you hiding?

I, uh, I'm not sure.

What happened was Mr. Payne came to the gym

when I was totally exhausted from my workout

and insisted that we fight over you.

-Dennis? He did that? -Oh, he did more than that.

He was a man enslaved by his passions.

As you can see, it was a very one-sided affair...

while it lasted.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because with all his rather brutal force,

he's apparently a modest man. I give him that.

And now that you know the truth...

I wish you both...

a good evening.

-[SIGHS] -Oh.

-Dennis. -Oh, "Dennis" nothing.

I respect the guy for what he did just now.

I mean, I really had him pegged wrong,

but I never touched him, Debbie.

-You didn't? -Nah.

No. No, he made up the whole story,

because he thought--

Well, we both thought that punching him out

would make you love me.

Oh, Dennis, no.

All I was looking for was some kind of proof

that you loved me.

-Proof? -Yeah.

After three years of limbo

and after being romanced by somebody new,

even if it was just pretend, I guess I, uh...

I guess I just wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Now I am.

-Yes. -Yes. Yes, what?

-Yes, I'll marry you. -After what I just told you?

Because of what you just told me.

If you didn't love me...

you never would have told me the truth.

Oh, Deb.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

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Well, Miss Barnes, Mr. Payne,

now that you're engaged,

have you set the date for the wedding?

Well, I figure once I get the new promotion,

start to feel comfortable within the job, and maybe--

June 24th, two months from today.

Right.

-Thanks, Mr. Roarke. -You're very welcome.

-Bye. -Good-bye.

Good-bye, Mr. Payne.

You're a marvel, sir. I admit it.

Sometimes, Lawrence, the thought of pain

can also be a mother of invention.

Mr. Roarke, I'd have to write a book to tell you

how much we all appreciate everything you've done.

And Ginny and I owe you a very special thanks.

Your happiness is my reward. Good luck to all of you.

As a matter of fact, we're quite sorry

to see you leave, aren't we, sir?

Oh, indeed.

-Thank you, sir. -Good-bye.

-Thank you. -Ms. Smith.

You know something, Mr. Roarke?

Maggie's right about age being no big deal.

-Indeed. -In fact,

I'm giving very serious thought

to finding an older man for myself.

Well, if I run across a likely candidate,

I'll put you in touch.

[CHUCKLES] Thank you.

-Good-bye. -Bye, Lawrence.

Extraordinary.

Do you suppose that young lady was making a pass at me?

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