(BELL RINGING)
Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
Good morning, Lawrence.
(DANCERS LAUGHING)
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
(CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING)
LAWRENCE: Oh dear. We're
not to endure a weekend return
to the mythical old
West, are we, sir?
MR. ROARKE: No, Lawrence, no.
Mr. Billy Joe Prine of
Baywood, Louisiana,
is anything but mythical.
He's a genuine country
western singing star
with four recordings
and a top of the world.
Not including Beethoven,
Sibelius and
Stravinsky, I'm sure.
But be that as it may,
what's his fantasy?
Mr. Prine left his
home years ago,
determined not to return
until he had achieved
the success he
now has. However...
It's your "however" s that
always intrigue me, sir.
However, he can find
no trace of his family
or the girl he left behind.
His fantasy is for
me to find them all
and bring them here
for a surprise reunion.
LAWRENCE: Oh, I
think I know that lady, sir.
MR. ROARKE: Well, I'm
not surprised, Lawrence,
considering the amount
of publicity she generates
wherever she goes.
That's Ms. Bryana Spencer.
LAWRENCE: Of course,
the famous fashion designer.
MR. ROARKE: Yes.
And the gentleman?
That's Mr. Spencer?
Careful, Lawrence, careful.
That is her husband,
but he's rather sensitive
about being referred
to as Mr. Spencer.
He is Mr. Fred Nelson,
master of ceremonies
for the fashion shows.
They are here
for a dual fantasy.
Her fantasy is for her
husband to be as successful
in the entertainment business
as she is in the
world of fashion.
And his fantasy?
Merely to recapture
the love they shared
when they were first married.
Obviously a relationship
in deep trouble.
I'm afraid it is, Lawrence.
I'm afraid it is.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
BILLY JOE: I'd given
up hope, Mr. Roarke.
You see, Dad sold the farm
and nobody knew where he and
my kid brother Junior had gone.
MR. ROARKE: You didn't know
your mother had d*ed Mr. Prine?
BILLY JOE: Well, I wasn't
one for staying in touch.
And I'm ashamed to say, I
didn't know until I saw her grave,
Lord rest her soul.
MR. ROARKE: But surely you
phoned now and then, didn't you?
BILLY JOE: Well, look.
Dad wanted me
to stay on the farm,
and of course, after the
dressing-down he gave me
when I told him I was leaving,
well, it got to be a matter
of pride, you understand.
So now, in a sense,
you're going home
on your own terms,
in triumph, is that it?
Maybe a little bit of that,
but it's a lot more too.
You see, they're
family, and I love them.
And I really have
missed Dad, Junior...
And Miss Katie McCallum?
She was something special.
Said she'd love me always.
And I was going to
send for her, but...
But the months and
then years went by,
and the success you
wanted still eluded you.
So, as you said, it got to
be a matter of pride, huh?
Yeah, that's about it.
It doesn't make me a
hero, though, does it?
Katie is here, isn't she?
You did find her.
Oh, yes, Mr. Prine.
I found all three of them, and
they're here on Fantasy Island.
However, as you
instructed, they know nothing
about your involvement in this.
They all believe they
are here as winners
of some random
selection vacation contest.
(CHUCKLING)
However...
You must remember, Mr. Prine,
that years is a long time.
Life does go on, you know.
(CHUCKLING)
I'm counting on that.
Nobody can stay mad
that long, not even at me.
Oh, come in, Mr. Roarke.
Lots of glitter and flair.
That's what the ladies
will be wearing next.
Charming. I predict an
even more dazzling future
for Spencer Fashions.
Oh, yes, Spencer...
That's my wife maiden
name, you know.
My name's Nelson.
You're not going to the
rehearsal soused, are you?
I was drinking
plain tomato juice,
but of course, if you insist.
Won't you sit down, Mr. Roarke?
Oh, thank you.
Well, you've both
come a long way
in a relatively short
time, haven't you?
From two starry-eyed newlyweds
to owners of one of the most
successful fashion houses in the world.
Thank you.
We've both worked very
hard to make the business
into what it's become.
Actually, we were starving
on the money I brought in
working fleabag clubs,
and then the owner of
a boutique asked Bryana
where she got the
dress she was wearing.
"I made it with my own
two little hands," she said.
That's not very funny, Fred.
And then the kind man
took pity on the poor waif
and ordered a dozen of them.
And that, dear friends, is
how I eventually became known
as Mr. Spencer.
Oh, late for rehearsal.
It's been fun.
You see, Mr. Roarke?
You see?
He resents my anger at him
for not building
something for himself,
and the reason that I
started this business
was to earn enough money
so that Fred would be free
to build a career
in show business.
I seem to remember him
trying very hard to do just that.
In the beginning, yes,
but then the
designs started to sell
and the big money
came rolling in,
and he gave it all up to
emcee my shows exclusively.
And you're hurt because
you believe your husband
has been living
off your success.
Is that it?
Well, I... I want him
to be his own man.
If that's truly what you want,
then you have to fight for
it, just as hard as you fought
to build your business.
Perhaps harder.
But it's worth it, Mrs. Nelson.
Excuse me.
What?
What are you doing here?
I came to visit, Dad.
You going to ask me in?
How about this place?
You like it?
You haven't
answered my question.
I came to see you,
Junior, and Katie.
All this is your doing.
You paying for it?
It was the only way, Dad.
I've been trying to
find you for over a year,
and you didn't
leave much of a trail.
I didn't mean to.
What do you want
from us, Billy Joe?
I don't want anything, Dad,
except to be with
you a couple of days,
make us family again,
and I've got money now.
You want your farm
back? I'll buy it for you.
And your mother.
Are you going to buy
her back from the grave?
Well, I was wrong to stay
away, Dad, and I'm sorry.
You always were your
mother's favorite, Billy Joe.
Me and Junior, we took
a back seat in her heart.
She never got over you leaving.
You never even
come back to see her.
I scratched in the dirt
for over eight years, Dad.
I couldn't let any of
you see me that way,
and I sent money when I could.
Yeah, you sent money.
Maybe one day I'll
tell you all about that.
All right, maybe
asking forgiveness
might be a little bit too much,
but I'll take
whatever I can get.
We'll make a try at it.
Well, that's good
enough for me, Dad.
Go find Katie and Junior.
They're out here somewhere.
Hey, Dad...
It's good to see you again.
MAN: (SNAPPING
FINGERS) All right, that's it.
Nice and easy, here we go.
Come on.
Whoa, slow it down.
Easy on the tempo,
this isn't the Indy .
Here we go, now.
Nice and easy, on the tempo.
FRED: No, no.
Hold it, everybody.
Flash is what we want.
Look, dazzling the buyer
is much more important
than slowing this thing down
so they can see every stitch.
Tempo, tempo.
Ladies and gentlemen,
starring in Spencer Fashions'
evening of
seduction, Marguerite.
Move it, move it.
(SNAPPING FINGERS)
Cleo...
And the incomparable Loretta.
You see, kiddo, that's
what the buyers go for,
glitz and energy.
All right, everybody,
hold it, hold it.
Let's all assemble right here
and talk this thing
out, shall we?
Zip?
I beg your pardon?
Zip me.
With some trepidation.
I don't know what it is, sir.
I seem to attract
women in distress.
Yes, Lawrence.
When you got it, you've got it.
(CHUCKLES)
Do we want it so up-tempo, Fred?
I was moving them slower
until Mr. Spencer here
gave me a day at the races.
That Mr. Spencer gag is
wearing a little thin with me, Dave.
I figure one more
time ought to do it.
Everybody's so sensitive.
Come on, Dave.
Come on, we've got to talk about
tonight's cocktail
party for the buyers.
Hey, wait a minute.
Darling, I thought
this afternoon
was just going to
be for you and me.
Oh, darling, it'll only
be a half an hour.
I promise, half an hour.
Hour at the most.
DAD: Is there a woman
in your life, Billy Joe?
BILLY JOE: None that
look like these, Dad.
Hey, Pa, hey, you better
get your swimming trunks on.
They don't allow no long john
swimming here at this place.
(LAUGHING)
Billy Joe...
What the hell you doing here?
No, no, no, this whole
vacation is his doing,
sort of a family reunion.
We don't need anything
you're selling, Billy Joe.
So why don't you just
leave us the hell alone?
I ran off once, all right?
But I'm not running anymore,
not from you, not from anybody.
Now, you boys get
your backs down
and put a stopper on your pride.
The way you're both acting don't
become your mother's memory.
Billy Joe!
-Billy Joe! -Katie!
Katie, you've done nothing
but get prettier and prettier.
You haven't grown
any warts yourself.
I was afraid by now you'd
be married and have six kids.
She doesn't have
any kids, Billy Joe.
She took the ring
off to go swimming...
But she's married sure enough.
To who?
Me.
FRED: Not so many years ago,
we were here ooh-ing and ah-ing
about how perfect our
marriage was going to be.
You never once
looked at your watch.
I'm sorry, Fred.
I was just thinking about
all the things we have to do
to get ready for the
buyers' reception.
Things you have to do.
All I do is tag along and
marvel at how big and important
my wife has become.
Oh, Freddie!
Freddie, I tore myself away
so we could have a
few moments alone.
I am a businesswoman,
but I try also to be your wife.
I love you, Bryana.
And I love you.
I've been a big disappointment
to you, haven't I?
It's just that I think you
can do so much more.
FRED: Hmm...
Maybe that's all there is.
Well, I guess it's time
I raise the white flag,
give in, surrender.
What do you mean by that?
I mean I love you enough to take
another sh*t at making it on my own.
If that's going to
do it, then, that's it.
Do you really mean it?
When you kiss me goodbye when
that plane docks this afternoon,
then I'll show you
how much I mean it.
This afternoon?
Mmm-hmm.
Oh, but Fred, what
about the fashion show?
What about it?
Dave can speak English,
which is all the talent it takes
to emcee the show, right?
But all those press interviews.
You're so much
better at it than he is,
especially with the really
important shows coming up
in New York and Paris.
Can't you wait until after that?
Paris is next spring.
You want me to wait until then?
I really do have to go.
Let's discuss this later.
Now, wait a minute.
All that jazz about wanting
me to be my own man,
for me to make it on my
own, stop being your stooge.
What about all that?
It's just that you've
got lousy timing, Fred.
Well, let's get
right down to it.
I've already got the name you
want me to have myself, haven't I?
Mr. Spencer.
That's not so.
Don't sweat it, baby,
I'm not going to walk
out on a good thing.
I know which side my
bread's buttered on.
(PLAYING PIANO)
I can't stay long.
Katie, what are you doing here?
I'm not sure.
Maybe it's because there's so many
unanswered questions between us, Billy Joe.
Well, it's a little late for
answers now, isn't it?
Is it?
Katie, you're
married to my brother.
And whose fault is that?
He kept after me until
I finally just said yes.
What difference did it make?
Katie, I'm sorry.
You were supposed to come back
and get me, Billy Joe, remember?
I only waited five years.
I couldn't come back a nobody,
but I don't expect
you to understand.
Well, good, because I don't.
You being a big star
had nothing to do with us.
It wasn't you, it was me.
I had to prove to myself that I was
something more than a redneck farmer
singing in some
h*nky-tonk on the weekends.
And I wanted to see you again.
I hoped you were
happy, and I still do.
You hope your brother is a
better lover than you were?
Is that what you mean?
Well, I got a flash for
you, 'cause he's not.
Katie, please.
You're the only
man I ever loved.
And Katie, you're the
only woman I ever loved.
I got to get back, Billy Joe.
You know that song that you
were playing when I first came in?
Will you sing it for me?
Sure.
(KISSING)
(PLAYING PIANO)
♪ When I'm tired and cold
♪ And I just don't know
who to see down here
♪ To keep me warm and tell my
♪ Troubles to
♪ I've been wandering
'round in this lonely town
♪ And I just can't see
what's to keep me here
♪ It's empty
♪ Without you
♪ I'm going home
♪ Yes I'm
♪ Going home
♪ Big city weighing down my mind
♪ I'm going home
♪ Yes I'm
♪ Going home
♪ Wish I could
go to stay this time
♪ I'm going home
♪ Yes I'm
♪ Going home
♪ LA makes me lose my mind
♪ I'm going home
♪ Yes I'm
♪ Going home
♪ Wish I could go
to stay this time ♪
Mr. Roarke, I think I
owe you an apology.
Oh, why?
For being a hypocrite,
for pretending to
myself that I wanted Fred
to have some guts and
to become a success.
You no longer want that?
Funny, I wanted it very much,
and I wanted it right
up to the very moment
when Fred said he was
finally going to take a chance
on breaking in a new act.
You know what?
The thought of waking
up every morning
and not finding
him there beside me
scared the hell out of me.
What do you really
want, Mrs. Nelson?
I want to keep my marriage
from being torn apart.
You see, I love Fred very much,
and I don't want to lose him.
Having him at your
beck and call has been
a very comfortable
situation for you, hasn't it?
On the other hand, if you,
at this particular moment,
try to hold on too tightly...
You might lose him in
an entirely different way.
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
Okay.
(HUMMING MUSICAL SCALE)
Not quite A-flat.
If you know what I mean.
Will you excuse me?
(HUMMING MUSICAL SCALE)
Yeah. How about that?
Terrific, Fred.
I love a musician.
-Oh, yeah? -Mmm-hmm.
How about those guys' wives,
give you those big
time modeling jobs?
You love a guy like that?
Come on.
Everyone hustles
a little bit, right?
And you're cuter than
most guys I've met.
So that's what I am, huh?
-Mmm. -A cute hustler.
Fred, what's bothering you?
Guys who live off rich women.
Oh, then let's not talk
about that now, hmm?
(WHISPERING) Marlise,
come on, come on.
Mix with the paying
customers, will you?
You're not on vacation.
Come on.
- I'll see you around.
- I want you around right now.
Come on, Fred,
you know the drill.
You got to keep the buyers
in a happy frame of mind
for tomorrow night, right?
Right. Marlise.
Bug off, Dave.
(CHUCKLING)
Now Mr. Spencer's
giving the orders.
Now, wait a minute.
From now on, from
now on everybody,
anybody can call me Mr. Spencer.
Anybody but you.
BRYANA: Fred, leave him alone.
Are you crazy?
My name is Mr. Spencer.
Mr. Spencer.
DAD: Thanks for
coming, Billy Joe.
Sit down.
I found this after
your mother d*ed.
It's all tucked
away in a closet.
What is it, Dad?
This is your mother's scrapbook.
The front part is pictures,
family, mostly you,
clippings of your singing jobs.
But it's the last pages
that I want you to see.
You remember you
mentioned money.
I told you that I'd tell
you about it one day.
Oh, yes, I remember.
Well, it just so happens
that this is the day.
I want you to take a good look.
That is the money that you
sent your mother, Billy Joe.
Every last dollar of it.
I guess it takes the place of
the birthday cards, the letters,
the other things you
never sent to her.
BILLY JOE: But why didn't
you spend it when you needed it?
DAD: Because we're not for sale!
My God.
The night I found this
I could have k*lled you
with my bare hands...
But I... I got over that.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Well, the way things
have turned out,
that's not going to be enough.
But being sorry, it won't...
Won't change anything unless...
Unless what?
Unless you change being sorry
into doing what's
the right thing. Now.
What are you saying, Dad?
I am saying don't you
see Katie again, Billy Joe.
And don't you do grief to
any of us, especially yourself,
and if you can, you make
peace with your brother.
In college I used to put
on these little variety shows.
"Good evening,
ladies and germs."
Stole everything from
Uncle Miltie, it was awful.
Only one who ever
laughed was Bryana.
She was there on a scholarship.
Brainy Bryana.
You know, that's very good.
Terrific.
And after we were married in
New York, she sold dresses.
I worked at this
comedy juggling act,
only nobody was buying
funny jugglers in those days.
And nobody's buying
them these days, either.
Nope.
Well... We're out.
That's it.
Waiter?
Fred, Fred, all the waiters
have gone home, to bed.
-Mmm. -Speaking of bed...
Wasn't the whole
idea of this evening
to make it a night to remember?
God, yeah.
Let's go to your place.
Mmm. Now, I've said
yes to that several times,
starting six hours ago.
All right, you don't
want to do that.
Let's go to the beach.
Fresh air, to cool off.
Believe me, Freddie, I'm
as cool as I've ever been.
Now, wait a minute,
let me help you up here.
Oh, oh, here...
(GRUNTING)
MARLISE: Uh-oh.
Huh? Oh... Oh.
When you didn't
come home last night,
I thought an accident, maybe.
You know I, uh,
I thought all sorts
of terrible things,
but I see I shouldn't
have worried.
You're...
You're being well cared for.
Mmm-hmm.
Does this mean I'm fired?
BILLY JOE: You alone, Junior?
JUNIOR: I don't see no crowd.
Tennessee sour mash.
Yeah, I remember the
first Saturday night dance.
You took a drink of this stuff.
Made you sicker than a dog.
But I didn't admit
it, though, did I?
And I did stand up,
of course, not until
you got me home.
I'm leaving tonight, Junior.
It was a mistake
bringing you all here.
You know, Billy Joe, I
remember something else
about them Saturday
night dances.
The girls.
No.
I remember getting
bullied around a little,
and you standing up for me, getting
punched up pretty good for your trouble.
Yeah, me telling mom that I got these
black eyes from playing basketball.
She tried to get the game banned
from school for being too rough.
(CHUCKLING)
That was our mama.
God rest her soul.
Yeah.
So your mind's made up,
then. About leaving, I mean.
Yeah.
Dad thinks it's best too.
No kidding?
Pa, after all these years
eating his heart out,
fighting that damn
family pride we all got...
Praying that one day
you'd walk through that door,
then when you finally do,
he thinks it's best you leave.
Thanks for telling me, Junior.
It helps.
What did I say?
Are you going to
say goodbye to Katie?
No. You say goodbye
for me, all right?
Well, now, what's all this
about saying goodbye?
Who's leaving?
I am, Katie.
Some business came
up I have to tend to.
But we've hardly seen you.
Well, always leave
'em wanting more.
That's show biz, kid.
At least you owe
me a goodbye kiss.
So long, Billy Joe.
So long, Junior.
I'll get away as soon as I can.
No!
Your bungalow...
No!
Take good care of
yourself, Billy Joe.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
FRED: ladies and gentlemen,
dazzling new
collection of fall dresses
created by Bryana
Spencer Fashions.
Turquoise, the color
of my true love's gown
for a night in paradise.
Sunburst pink for an
afternoon of romance.
And exotic beads to
set his heart aflame
while she burns out her
husband's bank account.
Okay, David, I
think that'll do it.
We got this number down.
Okay, people, we'll
get to the second routine
after a -minute break.
You better get some
sleep tonight, sweetheart.
Your love life is showing.
Oh, bug off, Casanova.
(CHUCKLING)
I see Marlise is still here.
Does that mean I
still have my job too?
I had a talk with her.
She's a great little
conversationalist.
She told me nothing happened
between of two
of you last night.
(CHUCKLES)
You believe that?
Yes.
Yeah, well...
Don't get too cocky,
I was tempted.
You started to
make a move, Fred,
and I rained on your parade
because I didn't
want you to leave me.
I don't blame you
for being angry.
I was selfish, and I'm sorry.
That's all right.
No, it isn't,
but it will be, as soon
as you go out there
and prove to the whole world
what a talented
performer you can be.
Wait a minute.
Is this a change of face here?
I'm setting you free.
If letting you go will prove
to you how much I love you...
Then let's go for it,
because the most important
thing in this whole world is us.
Do you really mean that?
DAVE: Bryana...
We need you.
Bryana?
Bryana?
All right.
I'll...
I'll be right back.
Wait here.
DAVE: If we break up the
order, no one is going to notice.
Bryana's gonna solve
this. Now, you just...
Bryana, will you
please look at this here?
Fred, wait.
Well, it's your
fantasy, Mr. Prine.
If you wish to terminate
it, I will, of course.
Yeah, I think
that's what I want.
I made arrangements,
and I have a charter plane
coming in tonight to pick me up.
I see.
May I ask what
changed your mind?
Only yesterday you
were definitely headed in,
shall we say, another direction.
Well, I guess you
could say it was
making contact with my
dad and brother, Mr. Roarke.
You see, something
inside us touched,
and now there's at least hope
that we can build something
up between us again,
something good.
What of Mrs. Prine?
-Katie? -Katie, yes.
Well, she'll just
have to get used to it.
She's a very attractive woman.
Yes, she is,
but as you pointed out,
she is my brother's wife.
And whatever there was
between us is over and done with.
Don't worry, Mr. Roarke.
I'm going to leave it like that.
I'm glad to hear you
say so, Mr. Prine.
(CHUCKLING)
Things didn't turn out
so bad after all, did they?
I understand a lot of
things I didn't before,
and enough time will heal
any leftover bad feelings.
Well, I sincerely hope everything
works out as you think it will.
- Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
- You're very welcome.
Mr. Fred Nelson, sir.
Ah, Mr. Nelson, do come in.
Have a seat, won't you?
I thought you'd be
rehearsing for tonight's show.
The situation has gone from
bad to worse, Mr. Roarke.
Indeed.
I was hoping your fantasy
to recapture the love
you and your wife once
knew was being successful.
My fantasy is not the
problem. It's Bryana's.
Her wanting you to become a
success in the entertainment business?
Yeah, only that's
never going to happen.
I've known from the beginning,
I simply don't have the
talent to make it in the big time.
Are you saying you
knowingly deceived your wife?
I mean, about your intention
of breaking in a new act?
I was hoping she'd see
that I'm just as important
to the business as she is,
but all she could think
about was the business itself.
So now she says, "Okay,
go," trying to be noble, but...
It's really the business
she cares about.
Perhaps this is all just too
complicated for you, Mr. Nelson,
since you and your wife
have made a rather good life
for yourselves, why not
accept things the way they are?
Try to understand
this, Mr. Roarke.
If I stick around,
she'll start thinking just
like David and Marlise
and all the others
that I'm only there
because I'm hanging
on to her skirt.
Then, Mr. Nelson,
tell your wife you
accept her offer,
that you are quitting the show,
that you are leaving this
afternoon to pursue your new career.
And she will say
goodbye and good luck
and I'll never see her again.
He who never dares will never
know what he might have won.
- Think about it, Mr. Nelson.
- Mmm.
Think about it.
(PLAYING PIANO)
♪ If I sent a rose to you
♪ For every time
you made me blue
♪ You'd have a room
♪ Full of roses
♪ And if I sent
♪ A rose of white
♪ For every time
that I cried all night
♪ You'd have a room
♪ Full of roses
♪ And if I took the petals
♪ I would tear them all apart
♪ I'd be tearing up the roses
♪ Just the way
you broke my heart
♪ And if some day
you're feeling blue
♪ And you could
send a rose, maybe two
♪ Don't send me a room
♪ Full of roses
♪ I just want
♪ My arms
♪ Around you ♪
I don't mind.
Katie, I'm sorry
for what happened,
and I wish things could
have been different,
but we can't change the past.
Maybe not,
but we can change the future.
But not for you and me.
Don't you remember how
it used to be, the two of us?
Don't you remember, Billy Joe?
Yeah, but that's
ancient history now,
and it doesn't matter.
Well, it matters to me.
Damn it, Katie,
just get out of here
and go back to your
husband where you belong.
Are you saying...
Are you saying...
That it doesn't
burn your guts out
when you think of
Junior and me together
like we used to be?
Well, I don't like it either.
Kiss me, Billy Joe.
BILLY JOE: It's
not what you think.
I gave you my word.
MR. ROARKE: No more, Mr. Prine!
No more.
He's got it coming.
I give you my word.
It was a set-up.
Yes.
Look at your wife, Mr. Prine.
Look at her.
Damn you, Mr. Roarke!
I have waited a long time for
this moment, and I want it more.
What are you saying, Katie?
I'm saying that you and
Billy Joe owe me a debt,
and all I got was
a down payment.
You know, maybe one day
I'll read in the newspapers
that you k*lled each other.
Then I'll mark
things paid in full.
Katie...
What'd I do?
I hate Billy Joe because
he wouldn't have me,
and I hate you even more,
Junior, 'cause you would.
I'm sorry, for all of us.
Cancel that debt, Mrs. Prine,
for your own good.
All it takes is...
Forgiveness.
Maybe one day, Mr. Roarke.
Maybe one day
I'll be big enough.
Hey, little brother,
how about helping
me clean my face?
I think I got punched up again.
Guess I'm going to have to
babysit you from now on, huh?
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Watch it.
Come on, get it together.
Oh, boy.
Come on, girls, do it right.
Ah, Mr. Nelson.
Won't you join us?
I'd be delighted.
(DAVE CLEARING THROAT)
Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
we call this collection...
Uh, scintillating.
Scintillation.
Ladies and gentlemen, uh,
let me tell you, Bryana
Spencer has really come up
with a bunch of
winners in the dresses
you're seeing this evening.
Real snappy, huh?
I thought you'd be gone by now.
Well, I thought I would
stick around for a while
and watch old Dave wow 'em.
He's putting everybody to sleep.
The performance does
seem to lack, um, sparkle.
Don't you think?
Quite bluntly, sir, it lacks
the presence of Mr. Nelson.
Well, ladies and gentlemen,
that is it for the first half
of the show this evening.
We will be back with the second
half in a just a few minutes.
(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you.
Bryana, this is
turning into a disaster.
Well, David, it's not enough
just to show them the dresses.
You have to pitch them,
you have to sell the buyers.
You're boring them to death.
I am a director, remember?
I tell other people how
to move and be charming.
I'm just trying to
save the show.
Why isn't Fred up there?
Well, because I want...
Because he...
I give up. Up!
It seems to me that disaster
is very easy to avoid,
Mr. and Mrs. Nelson.
It is simply a matter of
understanding each other's value
and contribution to something
called Spencer Fashions
that couldn't exist without
both of you working together.
He is...
(CLEARING THROAT)
He's right, you know.
We do make a great team.
I love you.
Partner.
And I love you.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Seduction.
(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYING)
Seduction, lovely lady.
You wear one of these gowns,
you won't have to worry about us
coming home late from the office anymore.
All you'll have to worry about
is getting around the house.
(LAUGHTER)
I'd order one of
these if I were you.
Elegance, excitement.
A black, shimmering satin gown
topped with a beaded
jacket makes this a must
for your next gala.
Smooth, sensual.
This dress of black
sequins and silver beads
is our exciting special
edition we call Fantasy.
The lady wears red.
This two-piece dress
with the extra skirt
makes it versatile wearing
for evening or cocktails.
Moth that fans
the flame, ladies.
This multicolored butterfly
will fly into any man's heart.
He really is good, isn't he?
He's actually quite brilliant.
As a matter of fact, I'd say
Mr. Nelson is the best salesman
Spencer Fashions will ever have.
FRED: Perfect for disco,
this burgundy silk
georgette with silver beads.
That's our collection,
ladies and gentlemen,
featuring beads and
sequins this year...
And our lovely models,
Marguerite, Marlise,
Loretta, Cleo,
Valerie, Christine.
Thank you, lovely
ladies, and thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.
-Darling. -Thank you.
Mr. Roarke, Lawrence, I want
to thank you for all you've done.
That show was a smash.
I'm very glad to
hear it went so well.
So much so, apparently,
that Spencer Fashions
has reserved space for
another show next year.
Yes, and we're delighted.
Correction, Lawrence. The
name has been changed
to the fashions of
Spencer and Nelson.
Thank you.
You're very
welcome, Mrs. Nelson.
Goodbye, Mrs. Nelson.
-Thank you. -Mr. Nelson.
-Lawrence. -Goodbye, sir.
Goodbye.
Spencer and Nelson.
It has a ring about
it, hasn't it, sir?
Yes, yes, and as long
as they keep in mind
how much each of them
is a part of the other,
their ring will remain on
the third finger, left hand.
Mr. Prine.
Ah, the Prine clan
together again.
You know that Mrs. Prine
left early this morning.
Katie is already yesterday's
newspaper, Mr. Roarke.
And we've got a lot of fence
mending to do ourselves, especially me.
We'll get it done, son.
Together.
Maybe down the road a
piece it'll be like Pa said,
we'll get her done.
MR. ROARKE: Splendid.
Oh, and don't forget to send
me the copy of your new album
you promised me, Mr. Prine, hmm?
You got it.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Goodbye, Mr. Prine. Gentlemen.
So long.
I didn't know you were a fan of
country western music, Lawrence.
That's charming.