[♪♪♪♪♪]
The plane! The plane!
"The princess..."
-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye-bye.
- Good morning, boss.
- Good, morning, Tattoo.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ROARKE: Smiles,
everyone! Smiles!
[INSTRUMENTAL
HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]
TATTOO: Oh, boss,
sure a pretty lady.
What's her name?
ROARKE: Her name
is Ms. Rebecca Walters.
She is the manager
of a florist shop.
If she came here to
find some pretty flowers,
she came to the right
place, right, boss?
Yes, that's quite
right, Tattoo, but, um,
Ms. Walters' fantasy is to
meet a very special man.
A man who will
do anything for her.
A man who will always be around,
and who will need her just
as much as she needs him.
Isn't that every
woman's fantasy?
Yes, Tattoo, but in
the case of Ms. Walters,
I think she'll soon discover
that finding that kind of man
could be a most...
unnerving experience.
TATTOO: Who are they, boss?
ROARKE: The first
gentleman is a shipping tycoon,
Mr. Douglas Picard.
The lady with him
is his sister, Eunice,
and the other
man is Mr. Picard's
financial adviser,
Mr. Justin Rothwell.
I think you'll find
Mr. Picard's fantasy
is one of the most unusual...
and challenging to
ever confront us, Tattoo.
What is it?
Mr. Picard's fantasy is
to claim legal ownership...
of Fantasy Island.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Ms. Walters, do you think you
would immediately recognize
this ideal man if you
were to meet him?
- Oh, absolutely. In a minute.
- And how would you know?
Oh, well, he would be
courteous and... and dignified
and yet spiritual.
Fun-loving, you know?
Never predictable.
And he would be kind
and wonderful to me.
Uh-huh, and that is your image
of the perfect husband for you?
Well, yes, it is.
Yes. Very well, Ms. Walters.
Uh, Tattoo, will you
escort Ms. Walters
to the lagoon, please?
Boss, men don't
hang out on the lagoon.
Tattoo, you must
follow your own advice.
Practice patience.
Remember? Patience?
You will now be
taking your first step
towards the fulfillment of
your fantasy, Ms. Walters.
- Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
- You're most welcome.
DOUGLAS: This island
was originally purchased
by a Captain Verdugo, who sailed
with the Spanish Armada.
They transferred
the deed to this island
on June th, Justin, ...
- . -... .
Uh, have a seat, won't you?
Uh, may I ask how this document
happened to come into
your possession, Mr. Picard?
Quite by accident.
I recently bought
a villa in Madrid
that was built originally by
that same Captain Verdugo.
It stayed within his family
for the last four centuries.
The purchase price
included all other assets,
and we found the deed
to this island among them.
I can assure
you that it's valid.
Oh, I have not questioned
its validity, Mr. Rothwell.
But this island means
a great deal to me,
just as it is now.
Filled with the cherished
memories of so many people.
Which is precisely the reason
I don't intend to sit idly by,
and let you take
it away from me.
Well, I'm afraid there's
very little you can do
- about it, Mr. Roarke.
- Oh, no, Mr. Picard,
there is something
I can do about it,
and I intend to do it.
When you consider the
antiquity of this document,
I am curious to see how
an international tribunal
would resolve this matter.
Are you threatening litigation?
Oh, yes, Mr. Rothwell,
I certainly am.
And, as you know, a
settlement could take years
to be resolved in the courts.
During that time, naturally,
I would get an injunction
and continue to operate
precisely as I do now.
I thought you might take
this stand, Mr. Roarke,
so perhaps we can
resolve our problem
in some other manner.
Well, that, of course,
depends, Mr. Picard.
May I suggest a competition?
A competition between us.
Something the French call
l'epreuve de l'ame, du corps...
de la raison.
A test of the mind, the body...
and the spirit?
Very well, Mr. Picard.
I accept your challenge.
[TATTOO SNORES]
Okay, that's it. I've had it.
I'm not gonna stay
around here any longer.
Tattoo! Tattoo, wake up!
Tattoo, I'm going
back to Mr. Roarke.
There's nobody here. Nobody.
MAN: Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help! Help! Help!
Hello! Hey!
Hello! Help!
I don't believe this.
I don't believe it, either.
He looks like a genie.
REBECCA: Unless
we're both seeing things.
Hey! Hey!
-Quick, open it. -Oh!
This is a joke, right?
I mean, it's a trick.
Ms. Walters, open it, please.
Hey, watch it! It's
the only bottle I've got!
This can't be happening, can it?
Oh, of course it can, and is.
I am Jonofoceles
Armeniums Aristofeles.
And for having freed me,
you are now my mistress,
and I will do anything
you command.
Uh, you will?
You have the word of
Jonofoceles Armeniums...
E... excuse me, uh,
would you mind, could I just call
you Joe for short? [CHUCKLES]
- Oh.
- REBECCA: You know, everything
you're saying is terrific.
It's just, uh, I don't
believe it or you.
Have long have you
been floating inside
of that bottle?
Two thousand years.
Hundred, more or less.
Oh, well, that's terrible.
Oh, the worst part
was the fumes.
What fumes?
From the former
contents of the bottle.
One hundred and
fifty proof mead.
I was drunk for
the first years
and had a hangover
for the next .
Well, how did you
happen to wash up here?
JOE: Oh, I'm not sure.
Always before, I floated
right past this island.
Well, now you're here,
I mean, you can't...
run around... [CHUCKLES]
dressed like that.
Oh, I understand.
Something a little
more modern, hmm?
Uh, that... that's a good
try, but not quite, Joe.
It was the latest thing last
time I was out of the bottle.
TATTOO: Try again.
Uh...
you are improving.
Um, if you could just
jump ahead a few centuries,
I... I think you would
be a real winner.
[SNEEZES]
Well, um...
[CHUCKLES] That is much better.
Now, mistress, I
have it within my power
to grant you three wishes.
And after they've been granted,
it's back in the bottle,
into the sea, with me.
- Three wishes, huh?
- JOE: Mm-hmm.
-Anything I want? -Absolutely.
Well, you don't mind
a little test, do you?
-No. -Okay, Joe,
- let's see you do your stuff.
- JOE: Mm-hmm.
Um...
I wish that I was, um...
in the backseat of
a chauffeured-driven
Rolls-Royce, elegantly
but tastefully dressed,
-drinking champagne. -Champagne?
-Yes. -[JOE CHUCKLES]
Mr. Roarke, I really
don't understand
what's happening,
but it's a terrific start.
Well, I'm delighted you
approve, Ms. Walters.
Oh. Thank you.
[CLINK]
[DOOR KNOCKING]
- Please come in, Mr. Roarke.
- Thank you, Mr. Rothwell.
Mr. Roarke, I'd
like to introduce you
to my sister, Eunice.
I am very happy to
meet you, Ms. Picard.
Are you enjoying your
stay on Fantasy Island?
Actually, I haven't
seen much of it yet.
I'm not much of a
mixer, Mr. Roarke.
Yes, well, shall we, uh,
shall we get down to the rules
of our little competition,
Mr. Roarke?
By all means, Mr. Picard.
Each row of cards represents
one of the three
categories we'll compete in.
The mind, the
body, and the spirit.
Correct. Now, there are
three cards in each row.
Now, it's your
choice, Mr. Roarke.
On the other side will tell us
which one of the
events it will be.
Very well.
The first row,
that's of the mind.
-This row? -Yes.
Ah, chess. Excellent. Do
you play chess, Mr. Roarke?
- On occasion, Mr. Picard.
- Mm-hmm.
On occasion, yes.
And now the test of
the body. This row.
Bras de fer. Arm wrestling.
-No explanation necessary? -No.
Now, the third and final card.
The test...
of the spirit.
"Since the spirit's an
intangible human quality,
the winner of the
third and final contest
shall exhibit a
compassionate, unselfish act
which must surpass, by
mutual and ethical agreement,
that of his opponent."
The most difficult
test of all, Mr. Picard.
When shall we start?
Shall we say, um...
-Twelve noon? -Excellent.
Will you excuse me?
Ms. Picard. Thank you.
Uh, Ms. Picard...
there is a great deal to
discover in Fantasy Island.
I sincerely hope
you decide to...
look around.
I'll think about it, Mr. Roarke.
Please do.
-Mr. Rothwell. -Mr. Roarke.
Interesting man, Mr. Roarke.
[CLICKS TONGUE] A charming man.
Well, after we finish
playing our little game,
and I've won it all...
I'll give him to
you as a present.
Do you think you can buy him
like you've bought
everything else?
[CHUCKLES] Why not?
If there's one thing I've
learned coming up the hard way
is that there isn't
anything or anyone
that doesn't have a price tag.
Yes... including Mr. Roarke.
REBECCA: Joe, I want
you to tell me the truth.
Did Mr. Roarke arrange
for you to come here
to help me find my
perfect husband?
Oh, I don't think so, mistress.
I haven't even spoken to this,
uh, Mr. Roarke.
REBECCA: Oh.
Well, I still think he
arranged for you to be here.
What I can't understand
is why it takes him so long
to understand
what I really want.
I suppose it's because
he hasn't found the
right man for you yet.
Well, I guess so, but...
You would think that he
would have someone in mind
before I came.
Ah. Well, look, about
this perfect husband,
uh, maybe if you could tell me
what kind of man
you're looking for,
I could come up with something.
All right. Um...
- Nothing too unusual, you know?
- Mm-mm.
And he has to be, um,
-courteous. -Courteous.
-Dignified. -Dignified.
-And spiritual. -Spiritual?
Yes. Why not?
What is this that
thou hast done?
The lamb shall not be
without blemish this day.
Nor shall ye eat
the fat of this land.
Isn't he spiritual
enough, mistress?
Oh, perhaps a
little too spiritual.
- [MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
- I think you jumped the g*n.
I'm not going to use
this as one of my wishes.
Um, could you just, uh,
send him back
wherever you got him?
-Abide in me... -Okay.
-Look, Joe... -Hmm?
I know that you're
trying to help me.
Oh, I'm so sorry, mistress.
Well, that's another
thing. That word "Mistress."
When you use that in public,
I think people get
the wrong idea.
I don't know why,
but if you say so.
Look, Joe.
I have this feeling
that I'm going to meet my
perfect husband very soon.
And when I do,
that means that you go
back into the bottle, doesn't it?
I never minded it
much before, but, um...
But what?
This time I think I'm
going to mind it a lot.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
TATTOO: Gentlemen,
by mutual agreement,
you've got a second
time limit for each move.
May the match begin.
Mr. Roarke?
Pawn to queen four.
DOUGLAS: Ah, the
Queen's Gambit, Mr. Roarke.
Pawn to queen's four.
Pawn to bishop four.
Thank you, but I decline
the gambit, Mr. Roarke.
A wise decision, Mr. Picard.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
-Time, Mr. Picard. -Yes, yes.
Knight takes pawn.
Uh-oh.
Bishop's pawn takes pawn.
Are you sure?
No, no, I won't let you
queen that pawn, Mr. Roarke.
- Bishop takes pawn!
- You see? I told you!
Bishop...
to knight five.
Discovered check,
double check...
and mate, Mr. Picard.
DOUGLAS: Clever.
A clever combination.
Clever.
You might like to
know you just defeated
the eighth ranked chess
player in the world, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, you are indeed an
excellent player, Mr. Picard,
and I consider myself
fortunate to have won.
Clever.
Boss, I knew you could make it.
Really? For a moment there,
I thought I detected
doubt in your attitude.
No? Well, I'm happy I was wrong.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Boss, I think Ms.
Picard likes you.
She's a very nice lady, Tattoo,
but deeply troubled, I'm afraid.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
You know, this Fantasy Island's
quite a lovely place,
don't you think?
It kind of reminds
me of Bora Bora.
I must have passed there
a times in my bottle.
I just wish it was
a little cooler.
-It's so warm today. -Hmm.
Well...
your wish is my
command, mistress.
-Joe! -Huh?
What have you done?
- Uh, but you wished.
- But I didn't mean to.
You made Fantasy Island
look like the North Pole.
Boss, look!
ROARKE: Mr. Aristofeles!
TATTOO: It's freezing.
I'm gonna get my coat.
Mr. Aristofeles, I assume
you are responsible
for this blizzard.
- JOE: Well, uh...
- Well, actually, I am.
I... I wished for
it accidentally.
I... I'm sorry,
Mr. Roarke, I... [SIGHS]
REBECCA: We... we both are.
You can save your
apologies for my office
where I expect to see you
both at precisely three o'clock.
I simply will not tolerate
having my other guests
inconvenienced this way.
And, Mr. Aristofeles,
I suggest that you
get this iceberg cleared
away as quickly as possible!
Will you please excuse me?
Well, at least it cooled off.
REBECCA: Joe?
I just remembered.
I only have one wish left.
ROARKE: Thank you.
- Oh! How nice. Thank you.
- Very welcome.
Mr. Roarke...
I'm very worried
about my brother.
He's not used to being
beaten at anything,
including chess. [CHUCKLES]
Oh, yes. I am well
aware of that, Ms. Picard.
And I... I think a
great deal of him,
but I hope you win
this competition.
ROARKE: Oh?
And why's that?
I know how much Fantasy
Island means to you.
Indeed. It has been a rich and
rewarding experience for me.
I also know how much
happiness you bring
to people who come here.
Ms. Picard...
why don't you tell me
what is really
bothering you, hmm?
- Your next competition.
- The arm wrestling?
Yes?
It's not going to be
just another contest.
My brother means for it
to be a fight to the finish.
A fight to the death.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
I've always had a soft
spot in my heart for genies.
But this time you have
extended my patience to the limit.
Mr. Roarke, it was
my fault. I told you that.
Nevertheless, Ms. Walters,
he has been around
considerably longer than you.
Very nearly centuries.
- Twenty.
- Twenty, to be more precise.
And he should have known better.
Do you know that
some of my guests
have already come to me
complaining of frostbite?
Can you imagine that?
Frostbite! On Fantasy Island!
I made a mistake, Mr. Roarke.
- You certainly did, sir!
- I admit it!
Mr. Roarke, what does
all of this have to do
with my fantasy?
Oh... Well...
I can only supply the
means, Ms. Walters.
See, you are to supply the end,
the actual fulfillment
of your fantasy.
- I only have one more wish.
- Only one?
One.
Then you must
use it very carefully.
Very, very carefully,
Ms. Walters.
Don't you agree,
Mr. Aristofeles?
JOE: Hmm?
- Don't you agree?
- Oh, yes, of course.
ROARKE: Yes, yes.
Excuse me.
Boss, what happened to the snow?
Snow, Tattoo?
What snow? Here?
On Fantasy Island?
Ha. Surely you must be jesting.
But, boss, don't you remember,
when I was there? The snow?
-Really, Tattoo. -Oh...
I don't feel good.
I think I got fever. I
think I'm coming down
with something. Oh, my.
Boss, you don't mind if I
take two or three days off?
Oh, not at all. Uh,
but before you go,
will you take care of these
few small matters for me?
All right, boss.
"Repair gazebo roof,
collapsed from weight
of snow and ice."
Gazebo roof.
Snow and ice.
Boss, snow and ice? It
really did snow, didn't it?
It really did snow,
Tattoo. [CHUCKLES] Yes.
Boss.
I'll get right with it, boss.
Don't worry about a thing.
[CHUCKLES]
Bye, boss.
Snow and ice. [CHUCKLES]
[CHUCKLES]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
-Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Picard.
Oh, that's just
a little surprise.
I thought I might
add a little excitement
to our contest.
These spiders are
a very rare breed.
They're from the Lycosa
family, imported from Tunisia.
One bite means almost
instantaneous death.
- Excitement, Mr. Picard.
- But the rules are simple.
If you feel you're losing
the contest, say, "Yield."
[CHUCKLES] But say it before
your hand touches the spider.
Now, if you don't wish to
compete, you don't have to.
You can yield right now.
I have no intention of
forfeiting, Mr. Picard.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Ready?
[ROARKE GRUNTS]
[ROARKE BREATHES HEAVILY]
[ROARKE GRUNTING CONTINUES]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[DOUGLAS GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GASPS]
Give it up, Mr. Picard.
[GRUNTS] No.
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
- You can't win.
- [GRUNTS] I will.
Yield.
[BREATHES HEAVILY] I yield.
The competition is even.
- Boss, you had him beaten.
- Yes, Tattoo.
When you think about it,
that's enough to know, isn't it?
Ugh!
ROARKE: Ah, Ms.
Walters, please come in.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Please have a seat, won't you?
Mr. Roarke, I... I think
we should just, uh...
Lay our cards on
the table, okay?
By all means, Ms. Walters.
-It's about Joe. -Uh-huh?
I suspect that you have him here
to help me find a
perfect husband.
And, well, to tell
you the truth...
he just isn't cutting it.
Then you find his services
unsatisfactory, huh?
Well, I really do only
have one more wish...
and, uh, no progress in sight.
I see. And you are convinced
that he's here because of me.
Well, I don't really think
that he's here by accident.
It's just that time
keeps passing,
and I don't have
a perfect husband.
But you will, Ms. Walters.
Ms. Walters, have you
noticed how often we are blind
to those things closest to us?
See, I really don't know
what you mean by that.
Well, then, perhaps you
remember the old saying,
"Sometimes we can't see
the forest for the trees."
I don't know what you
mean by that, either.
Oh, I think you do, Ms.
Walters. I think you do.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Oh, hi!
-Hi! -Hi!
Joe, could I please
talk to you for a minute?
May I ask what all these
men are doing here?
They're filling
out applications.
I'm sure that at least
one of them will satisfy
your qualifications.
Why don't you take out an
ad in the New York Times?
"Husband Wanted."
Well, I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you.
Could you please
ask them to leave?
I don't think they'd like that.
-Why not? -JOE: Well, you see,
the winner was
going to get this.
It was given to me by Ali Baba.
So the lucky man
not only gets a bride...
but a bribe.
EUNICE: May I speak to you,
- Mr. Roarke?
- ROARKE: By all means. Please come in.
- EUNICE: Thank you.
- Have a seat, won't you?
Now... what can I do for you?
Why did you do it?
You could have won
the arm wrestling contest,
and Fantasy Island would
have been yours legally.
You know why I
purposefully lost, Ms. Picard.
I'm not sure my brother would
have done the same for you.
May I remind you that we
still have a third contest,
that of the spirit.
You know my
brother has something
very special planned for that.
Yes.
Now, will you tell me something?
If I can, yes.
Except for the contests, I
understand you've hardly been
seen around Fantasy Island
since your arrival. Why is that?
Do you have any idea
how lonely it can be
growing up in a family
with enormous wealth?
I can imagine.
Sometimes, the
most favored people
are also the most vulnerable.
Vulnerability is
the story of my life.
Especially with men.
Take the two men I married.
They never really loved me.
[SIGHS] Douglas
had to pay them off
just to get rid of them.
So now you avoid
meeting other men
because you are afraid of
being hurt again, is that it?
Men have never
been attracted to me.
They only wanted one
thing, the golden key
to the family vault,
and I'm just not going
to go through that again, ever.
Ms. Picard... [SIGHS]
Forgive me for
being presumptuous,
but, uh...
I believe that your feeling
that men are not
attracted to you...
[SCOFFS]
is of your own choosing.
Self-imposed to make you feel...
protected.
I would like to try something.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
What happened?
[GASPS]
Oh!
Oh. Is this... this
really me, Mr. Roarke?
Yes, Ms. Picard,
it is really you.
Uh, do you still feel that
you're unattractive to men?
[CHUCKLES] I don't
know what to think.
This is gonna take a
little getting used to.
Take all the time you wish.
How did you do it?
I did nothing that
was not already
intrinsically yours, Ms. Picard,
both in the flesh
and in the spirit.
I don't know what
to say! [CHUCKLES]
Well, could you say that
you will honor me tonight
by being my date at the
ball your brother is hosting?
I would be delighted
to, Mr. Roarke.
And I thank you.
But first, I'm gonna
take a nice long walk
to convince myself I'm
not dreaming all of this.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh! [SNICKERS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Where's Eunice?
Oh, she said something
about stopping by
to see Mr. Roarke.
Oh, yes, I'm looking
forward to seeing him myself.
I wanna see the
expression on his face
when he learns about
my little compassionate,
unselfish act for the
contest of the spirit.
Yes, few people could afford
to donate million
dollars to charity, Mr. Picard.
Very few.
I wanna make certain
that he concedes victory,
and this island, to me.
-Do you like it? -[EXHALES]
- I got it for my honeymoon.
- Oh, it's nice. It really is...
It's nice.
[CLICKS TONGUE] I'm
sorry about the display
of hysterics out there, but...
Well, Joe, I'm
really disappointed.
Uh, I'm sorry about that.
I mean, I'm leaving tomorrow,
and I didn't meet him.
My fantasy never happened.
And it's all my fault. [SIGHS]
Oh, no, it isn't,
Joe. No, it isn't.
-You know what I could do? -Hmm?
I have one more wish.
You know how I could use it?
I could wish that
my perfect husband
would appear right in this
room at this very minute.
- What do you think?
- Well, it's your decision.
Then if I do that, I've
used up all my wishes,
and you have to go
back in that bottle again.
Well, you must think only
of your own happiness, huh?
Huh? Hmm?
-[CHUCKLES] -You know, Joe,
you're a very sweet man.
[JOE SCOFFS]
ROARKE: Ms. Walters,
have you noticed
how often we are blind to
those things closest to us?
Well, then perhaps you
remember the old saying,
"We sometimes can't
see the forest for the trees."
-REBECCA: Oh, my! Joe? -Hmm?
Joe, you know that... that
perfect husband I keep,
-I keep describing? -Mm-hmm.
Well, that's you.
- Uh... But I'm a genie.
- Well, so what?
I mean, Joe, I've
been really foolish.
Now I know what Mr. Roarke
meant when he said,
"Sometimes you can't
see the forest for the trees."
I've been in love
with you all this time,
and I didn't even know it.
Oh, you mustn't say that.
Well, why not? I
mean, that's what I feel.
Joe, I... I really love you.
I love you, too.
But you have to remember,
I have to leave soon
- and get back in my bottle.
- Haven't you forgotten
-one thing? -What's that?
I have one wish.
And I wish for you
to become mortal
and never go back in
that horrible bottle again.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Justin.
It's Eunice.
[CHUCKLES] I haven't
seen her this happy in years.
It would seem those
rumors were not unfounded
about Roarke's doing
miracles with people.
Just look at her.
Look how... look how...
Look how beautiful she is.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
I have to hand
it to this Roarke.
He's accomplished in a few hours
what I haven't been
able to do in years.
Justin, just look at
her. She's beautiful.
EUNICE: Oh! Dear! [CHUCKLES]
-DOUGLAS: Eunice. -Thank...
You look marvelous,
just marvelous.
Oh, Douglas, thank you.
Mr. Roarke, I don't think
I could have been as
big a man as you were...
I mean, about the arm wrestling.
But I am big enough
to thank you for the...
change in my sister.
ROARKE: Actually, there has
been no change, Mr. Picard.
If you look closely,
you'll see she's exactly the
same person she was before.
[CHUCKLES] Just a
little touch-up job here
and there, right,
Mr. Roarke? [CHUCKLES]
I believe we still have
some unfinished business.
Yes, Mr. Picard, we do.
According to the rules
of the competition,
the winner must
exhibit a compassionate,
unselfish act which
surpasses that of his opponent.
Yes.
Well, there's nothing
that I've done or could do...
which could surpass
the change in Eunice.
But, Mr. Picard,
your donation...
Justin, Justin, please.
He's referring to a small
donation I made to charity.
It was really nothing.
So, what I'm saying,
Mr. Roarke, is that I concede.
You win.
And Fantasy Island...
it's yours to keep.
Oh, Douglas.
[ROARKE CHUCKLES]
And I congratulate
you, Mr. Picard.
It takes a very special
quality to be gracious in defeat.
Yes. May I suggest a toast?
By all means.
To Fantasy Island
and all it represents.
To Fantasy Island and
to your sister, Mr. Picard.
Yes.
To you, Eunice.
Thank you, Douglas.
[GLASSES CLINK]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
-Eunice, please. -Oh, Douglas!
- [EUNICE CHUCKLES] Thank you.
- Mr. Rothwell.
Mr. Roarke.
[INSTRUMENTAL
HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]
I can't thank you enough
for everything, Mr. Roarke.
I just wish it didn't
have to be a goodbye.
Well, it needn't be, Ms. Picard.
I look forward
to your next visit
- to Fantasy Island someday.
- I just may take you up on that.
Our doors are always
open to pretty ladies.
- Oh, thank you, Tattoo.
- Goodbye, sir.
[CHUCKLES]
- Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
- Ms. Picard, Mr. Rothwell.
[WOMEN GIGGLE]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Oh, I never thought I'd
see the day, Mr. Roarke.
I thought I was destined
to spend the rest of eternity
just bobbing
around in the ocean.
-[CHUCKLES] -REBECCA:
Joe and I would like
to, uh...
leave this with you.
[CHUCKLES] Well,
thank you very much.
Salud to you both,
Mr. and Mrs. Aristofeles.
Thank you.
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