(BELL RINGING)
Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
Good morning, Lawrence.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
(CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING)
LAWRENCE: Why do I
get the impression, sir,
that that gentlemen has
fulfilled a great many fantasies?
That's very
perceptive, Lawrence.
Yes, Mr. Craig Bradshaw's life
has been one
success after another.
Ah. I see what you mean, sir.
Yes. And beside his
appeal to the ladies,
he is also a very
successful attorney
and amateur sportsman.
And the lady with him?
ROARKE: His fiancee,
Miss Melanie Swan.
But Mr. Bradshaw seems
to prefer high-risk sports
ahead of marriage,
especially flying.
Then I take it his fantasy is to
face some great new challenge.
In a way, Lawrence, yes.
You see, Mr. Bradshaw
has discovered, like all men,
that he's getting older
and can no longer do
all the physical feats
he used to perform so easily.
Now his fantasy is, ostensibly,
to win one more
flying competition.
Actually, it's to
prove to himself
he's just as much a
man as he always was.
LAWRENCE: Now, I'd say
there's a strong independent woman
who's got everything in the
world going for her. Am I right, sir?
That's Miss Kristin Robbins from
Chicago, Illinois, an account executive
at a very prominent
advertising agency...
I'm getting rather
good at this, aren't I, sir?
Up to two weeks ago
when she was fired.
Then again, she does have a
certain shiftless look about her.
On the contrary, Lawrence.
Miss Robbins was fired for
refusing the sexual advances
of her immediate superior.
- You don't say?
- Yes, but don't worry.
Her fantasy is to find what
she has come to believe
will solve all her problems.
Well, good for her.
Out for a bit of
justice, no doubt.
A chance to right a
wrong, a little retribution,
a little vicious revenge.
-Perhaps a... -A husband.
A husband?
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
Beautiful, isn't it?
And dangerous, it appears to me.
Nothing but tubes and cloth.
Yes, Mr. Bradshaw
can attest to that.
I understand you
were quite fortunate
to have survived your
crash six months ago, huh?
Well, maybe heaven had its quota
of fools for the
day, Mr. Roarke.
Anyway, I've walked
away from crashes before.
But this was... Different.
Wasn't it, Mr. Bradshaw?
Well, it's not the
kind of thing a man
talks easy about, Mr. Roarke.
Does Miss Swan know
about your fantasy?
I'd rather keep it
between you and me.
And, of course, Lawrence.
I assure you, sir, although
I have ears, I hear not.
Darling?
Is there anything
wrong, Miss Swan?
I don't know what's
going on, Mr. Roarke,
but I intend to find out.
Craig, why are we really here?
A vacation, just like I said.
There are ultralights
flying all over the place.
Bud, Mike, your whole
flying club is here.
CRAIG: Okay. Call it
Old Home Week, then.
It's nothing to get upset about.
You're going to fly in the
competition, aren't you?
You have to prove a -year-old
man with wired-together bones
is just as macho as a
bunch of -year-old kids.
Excuse me. I have
a little talking to do.
Look, I'm sorry I lied to you,
but we don't discuss
our personal problems
in front of other people.
We don't discuss them
in private either, Craig.
That's the problem.
I don't know what
the hell our problem is.
You haven't changed in
any way since I've known you.
What's so terrible
about staying young?
Don't you understand?
People don't stay young.
They grow up.
A r*pist, that's
what you could say
he was, Mr. Roarke.
A would-be r*pist.
The man responsible
for you being fired?
Yes, started the first day
I walked through the door.
He must have been
jealous of me or something.
Anyway, became absolutely
fixated on getting me in bed.
Well, perhaps by
conquering you sexually,
in his mind he felt
he'd be conquering you
professionally as well.
Yeah, had to be that.
Anyway, the propositions
were frequent... Subtle...
Till finally, he dangled a
promotion in front of me,
the one I've been working
to get for the last four years.
And he made it plain enough.
All I had to do to get
it was sleep with him.
I told him what he
could do with his offer.
Good for you, Miss Robbins.
Yeah, I guess.
I've always been a good girl.
I took a stand, the
right stand, and...
And not only did
you lose a promotion,
you lost your job as well.
Wonderful thing, integrity.
Are you implying that
you regret your decision?
Yeah, I'm thinking I do.
I've spent my whole life
doing things the moral way,
the honest way.
Look where it got me.
I was wrong.
It wasn't important. I
should have given in.
I don't think so, Miss Robbins.
No offense, Mr. Roarke,
but it's a whole
'nother world out there.
It isn't pretty. It isn't green.
It isn't quiet.
Nothing simple, nothing certain
except that I can't
handle it anymore
and I'm probably not gonna
get an opportunity to anyway,
so, I want out.
I'm not trying to
escape anything.
I'm a woman. I want a home.
I want kids. I want a husband.
And you don't want any job?
Even an ideal job?
Being a wife is the
only ideal job I want.
Of course.
So, I'll be at the pool.
Okay, now move
around to the seat, okay?
That's good, just lean back
and just kind of make
love to it, all right?
That's right, sweetheart.
Make love to it.
Hi, Craig.
MAN: Well, look who's here.
It's Eagleman and the Dodo.
(LAUGHING) No offense, honey.
I'll be right with you guys.
(SULTRY) "Hi, Craig."
Maybe I should go
shopping for a few hours,
and let you stay and play
little boy in the candy store.
Come on, Melanie,
stop pushing it.
I may take you up
on the suggestion.
Hey Craig!
When Mr. Roarke said
you were coming, I thought,
"Boy, that beats a kick
in the head," old pal.
How you doing? Good to see you.
How's the arm and
everything else you broke?
-Just like new. -Ah, fantastic.
Tell you what, if you fly this
bird of mine, Craig, and win,
and with little Eloise's bod
wowing them in the ads,
we'll all wind up
on the : news.
How you doing, sweetheart?
Sorry about the dodo.
-No offense. -It's all right.
I know all about the dodo.
Flightless bird, right?
It's gonna be nice working
again with you today.
Don't count on it
too much, Eloise.
Bigger ailerons, % more tail.
What do you say, Craig,
are you gonna fly it for me?
I haven't thought
much about it, Bud.
Honey, they don't
give a damn about you.
It's what you can do for them.
What do I do for you?
It's what we do for
each other that counts.
Up till now, anyway.
Would you explain that,
please, in plain English?
Sure.
I'm scared.
I'm scared of what's
happening to us.
I'm scared of you
going up in this plane
to prove something that
doesn't need proving.
I'm scared of you
k*lling yourself.
Thanks for the
vote of confidence.
Well, what do you say, buddy?
You gonna fly this thing for me?
CRAIG: I'm thinking
about it. BUD: Good.
Let me know at
the party, all right?
See you.
You're gonna fly, aren't you?
When I make up my mind,
you'll be the first to know.
Melanie?
Miss Robbins. May I?
-Please. -Thank you.
Well, I don't know, Mr. Roarke.
This feels like a
livestock auction.
This may be what men do
when they're on the make,
but I'm looking for a
husband, not a side of beef.
Ah, don't worry, Miss Robbins.
While you obviously won't
have to make any final decision,
I've taken it upon myself
to come up with some
candidates from
whom you can choose.
Is that what he is, a candidate?
Uh, well, as a
matter of fact, um...
Hi. Paul Horner.
Kristin Robbins.
Yes, I know.
BA in languages
from Ohio Wesleyan,
MA in communications
from Northwestern,
three years as a reporter
with the Muncie Examiner
and four years with
Dwyer Cane Advertising.
(CHUCKLES) When
Mr. Roarke briefs somebody,
he doesn't fool around, does he?
I beg your pardon?
As I started to
say, Miss Robbins,
Mr. Horner's
presence on the island
has nothing to do with, um...
What we were
talking about before.
I'm with Windward Hotels. You
did some work for us last year
while you were still
with Dwyer Cane.
Anyway, to make
a long story short,
I'm here to interview
you for a job.
That is, if you're interested.
-A job with Windward? -Yes.
ROARKE: Excuse me, I'm
afraid I have to leave now.
Uh, Miss Robbins,
Mr. Horner, enjoy your talk.
Mr. Roarke...
You'll be making % more
than you were with Dwyer Cane.
%?
Right, and it means
working full time in Honolulu.
Honolulu, as in Hawaii.
-The very same. -Oh.
You sure you're not interested?
Um... Well, I might be.
Uh, could we go
somewhere and talk?
Sure.
Paul, is this decision
solely up to you?
Just about.
What are you doing
on Fantasy Island?
-Vacationing? -Sort of.
Waiting for an offer.
I think I just made you one.
Yes. Um, well...
Tell me, is Mrs.
Horner joining us?
I'm not married.
I see.
I love to fly, you know that.
I remember once,
when we first met,
I went up after a rain.
And from somewhere,
this eagle came by,
and he flew alongside.
We flew side by
side for a long time.
I understand that,
but you've lost that joy.
It was so much simpler
when you were in law school
and I was in college.
You sure had a great body then.
What do you mean "had"?
-It's still okay. -Oh, thanks.
Oh, you seemed so
sure of yourself then.
I never was.
Is that why you broke it
off after three months?
Three glorious months?
(CHUCKLES) The times, I guess.
Chasing our own rainbows.
Yeah, and when we meet again,
we're ready for a
mature relationship.
Is that what we have?
There you go again.
Mature people
accept responsibility.
I think I'm in love with you,
Melanie, isn't that enough?
You think?
God, no wonder I get depressed.
What is it you want from me?
Love, respect,
trust, and marriage.
In any order.
I... I understand that, but
why can't you understand?
I have to fly.
I'll get us a drink.
(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHING)
Of course, you wouldn't have
a lot of autonomy in this job.
- Yeah?
- You'd be working directly under me.
Think you could,
um, get used to that?
That's what my last
boss had in mind, too.
- I'm not sure I follow.
- It's not important.
I'd trade autonomy for
the type of esprit de corps
you have at Windward
Hotels any day.
Good.
Then, looks like I have just
one more question for you.
Go ahead.
Will you excuse me
while I make a phone call?
Sure.
-Miss Robbins. -Oh, Mr. Roarke.
-How are you? -Wonderful.
Paul just went to make
a phone call, sit down.
- Oh, thank you.
- We need to talk.
Oh, about what?
Paul has talked his
company into moving him
out to Honolulu to establish a
promotions department there.
He's gonna need someone to
work with him, so he's spending
the week doing
interviews for assistants.
Yes?
Mr. Roarke, I want
to change my fantasy.
I want that job in Honolulu.
But this morning
you were so adamant
about only wanting a husband.
Maybe I wanted to
pull out of my career
before I got b*rned
again, but you were right.
I was copping out.
This is what I really want.
I'm afraid it might be too late.
Oh, Mr. Roarke, that job,
it's like a dream
come true for me.
I wanted to live in
Hawaii since I was a kid.
I had the opportunity to move
there once before, but I blew it.
Yes, that was the promotion
your former boss offered
you in exchange for, um...
Your favors.
How do you know that?
That's not important.
What is important
is that history
seems to be repeating itself.
This time things are
gonna be different.
This time?
This time you are willing
to overlook your principles?
Compromise yourself?
Are you?
Well...
At least in this case
he's not married.
I see.
Mr. Roarke, I
tried the other way.
This is a first for me,
but I'll be shortcutting
a lot of years.
- Miss Robbins...
- I want that job.
Please understand.
Don't think too badly of me.
PAUL: Hello again, Mr. Roarke.
- Would you care to join us?
- No thank you, Mr. Horner.
Thank you, I still have
some business to attend to
this evening, if you'll
both excuse me.
Paul, let's not talk about
business anymore, okay?
Well, I do have just a
couple of things I wanted to...
Tomorrow.
Let's just enjoy
ourselves tonight.
Sound good to you?
It depends on what
you have in mind.
Paul?
Paul?
(PAUL GROANS)
Paul, are you awake?
(YAWNING) Yeah, I'm awake.
(GROANING)
I enjoyed last night.
Oh, so did I.
What I mean is I enjoyed you.
Oh, Kristin.
And I enjoyed you very much.
Trouble is, you think I'm
a whore now, don't you?
- Not at all, why would I...
- Well, and you should,
'cause I am.
I went to bed with you last
night 'cause I wanted that job.
Well, that was
part of it, anyway.
Kristin, as far
as I'm concerned,
the job is already yours.
It has been ever since
I made that phone call.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because you kept my
mind on other things.
- Remember?
- I had the job all along?
Well, not technically. The
company is gonna cable me
their final decision
some time today.
But I gave you
such a rave review
they'll probably
offer you three jobs.
You did?
Kristen, professionally,
you're top of the line,
and if you've got the
talent, you don't have to...
And if you don't
have the talent,
it usually doesn't do much good.
That's really the way
it works, you know.
On the personal side,
I started out having sex.
I ended up making love.
Kristen, I like you
very, very much.
Craig, I want to talk to you
before you make the decision
to fly in the competition.
I don't want to go over
it again. I told Bud I'd fly.
MAN: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Mr. Craig
Bradshaw, go to your aircraft please.
Mr. Craig Bradshaw...
Craig what's the matter?
Nothing. Just leave me alone.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- Craig, what is it?
- Leave me alone.
Craig?
Craig?
(CRAIG BREATHING HEAVILY)
Mr. Roarke, there's
something wrong with him.
I can't breathe.
Oh, you're hyperventilating.
Now, don't talk. Don't talk.
Now breathe.
Breathe very slowly.
Slowly, slowly.
That's better.
Relax.
Good.
You're going to be all right.
I don't know what
happened to me.
Perhaps you should postpone
your flight, Mr. Bradshaw.
No.
It's your decision.
MAN: Craig Bradshaw,
report to your aircraft.
I gotta do it.
Well, thanks for showing, Craig.
Maybe you don't need the practice,
but I gotta see if this bird has wings.
Sure.
You can still walk away.
You mean run.
CRAIG: Clear.
(GASPS) No.
Craig? Craig, honey?
I love you.
And I love you.
And here's to having the woman
I love beside me from now on
in a place I've been trying
to get to for five years.
Here's to having it all.
(CLEARING THROAT)
-Forgive me. -Oh.
I can see the two of you
are engaged in matters
far more compelling
than cablegrams.
But this one did just
arrive for you, Mr. Horner.
Oh, great, thank you very much.
And may it contain
good news, sir.
Thank you.
And now we've really
got something to celebrate.
Come on, read it out loud.
What's wrong?
My recommendation
made you look so good,
they think I've solved
a problem for them.
They've decided they
can keep me in New York
and send you to
Honolulu instead.
We're not gonna be together?
I got the job you
were planning on?
Sure looks that way.
We're gonna be
, miles apart.
"Our warmest
congratulations to both of you."
Huh?
What's that for?
To call a truce.
Why?
You won your point.
I almost k*lled
myself again today.
(SIGHS) Come on, Craig.
Even a soldier at w*r
takes off a little time
for R&R, right?
So, let's just relax...
And enjoy ourselves.
You sure know how to
push the right buttons.
Ooh!
The third and fifth
vertebrae, your "on" buttons.
I think you found
my "on" button.
Well, what about me?
I just want you to grow up.
I get it. A little wine,
a little rub down.
I gotta give you credit.
You had me going.
Craig, I love you.
Sure.
Where are you going?
Out.
Maybe if you called
him. Maybe if I call.
As far as the
company is concerned,
they think everything has
worked out for the best.
They're thrilled with
you, and they're thrilled
with the idea that they
can keep me in New York.
What are we gonna do?
Say goodbye.
Kristen, it'd be one thing if we could
at least see each other on weekends,
but we're talking
about , miles.
Paul, I'm not gonna give you up.
I never met anyone
like you before,
and I never will again.
There's gotta be
something we can do,
and maybe there's
something he can do.
(CONVERSING QUIETLY)
Oh, wait... Kristen,
where are you going?
Mr. Roarke, I need
to speak with you.
Oh, by all means.
Will you excuse us?
And thank you for a
most delightful game.
I don't know if you did
this on purpose or not,
Mr. Roarke, but you
better know how to undo it.
- Undo what?
- I got the job in Honolulu.
Well, congratulations.
That is what you asked for.
You know what I
mean. I got the only job.
Paul's gonna be in New York.
No, I'm afraid I
don't understand.
You got your
fantasy, didn't you?
-No. -You didn't?
I mean, yes.
I mean, the problem is
I got both the
fantasies I asked for.
I fell in love with Paul, too.
Oh, I see.
And I'm gonna lose him
unless you do something.
-I? -You!
This whole thing is your fault.
Forgive me, but the
fault would seem to lie
with whomever it is that
keeps changing her mind.
First you say you
want a husband.
Then you say you want a job.
Now, once and for
all, which one is it?
Inside me is a kid who's
earned every penny
she's ever spent
since she was .
Her dreams have
gotten me this far.
Her dreams and her courage.
I love Paul, but I
love that little girl, too.
Don't make me betray her.
Let me have both,
my career and Paul.
Please, Mr. Roarke.
I'm afraid it's out of my hands.
This is k*lling me. Why
do I have to choose?
What's wrong with having both?
Nothing, but in your case,
it just doesn't
appear to be possible.
(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
BUD: Look who's here.
I was just gonna go out
and tuck the old bird in.
- You want to come along?
- No thanks.
I need a drink.
Maybe a couple of
flight lessons, right?
-I'll see you later. -Okay.
Dry on the rocks.
Scotch sour.
You remembered.
Oshkosh wasn't that long ago.
Hey, listen, old buddy,
I just wanted to tell you
that I couldn't find anything
wrong with the controls.
Just one of those things.
Gonna try the competition
again tomorrow?
The main event.
I'll be there.
Hey, watch my friend in the
clinches here, pal, all right?
Be good.
When I watch you
fly, I get goose bumps.
You know what I mean?
I do turn you on
when I pose, don't I?
Do I breathe air?
I'm a male animal.
I can arrange a private showing.
Prove it.
You got it.
-I got your message. -Oh, uh...
(CLEARING THROAT)
I felt we should talk.
Paul, listen, I'm
not really sure...
Please, please, let me go first.
-All right. -Because, uh...
I think I might have
given you the wrong idea.
About what?
About us.
Uh, Kristen, I like you,
and I know I said
I loved you, but...
(SIGHING) But...
Okay, to be honest, I'm the
type of guy who says that a lot.
And I always
mean it at the time.
But a week later, I...
A week later, I'm usually
saying it to someone else.
I don't believe that.
Kristen, for Pete's sake.
I'm trying to tell
it like it is so that
you won't go throwing
your life away on some guy
who's probably gonna turn
around and throw you away.
And besides, my nose
is a little out of joint.
After all, you did get
the job that I wanted.
Well, I thought
you'd be above that.
You did, huh? Well, surprise!
Paul, listen to me.
What's to hear?
Look, you got the
job fair and square.
Well, maybe not
exactly fair and square,
but effectively.
I bet I know what your
language major was in college.
-Pillow talk. -Stop it.
I guess the worse
part is gonna be...
Getting used to sleeping
alone again, right?
(SIGHS)
Enjoying the water,
Mr. Bradshaw?
Just thinking, Mr. Roarke.
Miss Swan was looking for you.
Well, she's kind of
used to my peculiarities.
At least she has
been up till now.
Anyway, it'll be over soon.
We'll both be back to normal.
Oh, and how will this
felicitous state come about?
I'm gonna fly in the
contest, Mr. Roarke, and win.
- That's all I want.
- Is it indeed, Mr. Bradshaw?
Well, that's my fantasy. You
ought to know, you arranged it.
Oh, I arranged events, yes,
and that people be
here for those events.
But, uh, the outcome...
The outcome depends
entirely on you, Mr. Bradshaw.
I don't think I understand what
you're driving at, Mr. Roarke.
I think you know precisely
what I'm driving at,
and I think it's time you made
a very important decision.
Perhaps the most
important of your life.
And what decision is that?
To face certain
facts, Mr. Bradshaw.
To be totally
honest with yourself.
Good day, sir.
Victor?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.
Good morning, Miss Robbins.
Morning.
Well, apparently what Lawrence tells
me is correct. You are leaving us, huh?
There seems no reason to stay here
when I've got so much to do back home.
You know, shopping, packing,
going off unemployment.
So you've decided
to take the job?
Uh, yes, actually.
Wasn't such a tough
decision after all.
Paul, uh... Well, turns
out I was wrong about him.
Oh?
He showed me his
true colors last night.
Just as egomaniacal and
insensitive as the next guy.
He told you he didn't
love you after all?
I'd rather not go
into it, if that's okay.
I'll only start crying again.
I haven't cried in so long,
I figured I'd forgotten how.
Wrong.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, don't worry about it.
Actually, I'm glad
this happened.
This whole thing just proves
what a complete incompetent
I am at relationships.
(SNIFFLING) Love's just something
I'll never be good at, damn it.
(SOBBING)
Please sit down, Miss Robbins.
(SNIFFLING)
The... The problem is
that little girl
wanted that, too.
Uh, not just a career,
but someone to love her,
and somebody should have told
her if you're good at getting one thing,
you're lousy at
getting the other.
(SOBS)
Miss Robbins, you may not
be such a bad judge of men
as you think.
I am fairly certain
Mr. Horner overheard
our discussion yesterday.
I don't think he
had truly any idea
until then of how much
this job meant to you.
You mean he just said
those things deliberately?
He was no doubt trying to
make things easier for you
by removing himself
from the picture.
So it appears you're not as
incompetent as you thought.
Mr. Horner obviously
cares for you very much.
Which means I still have
a decision to make, don't I?
Yes, I believe you do.
Well, I... I should
give up the job
and go with him, shouldn't I?
Perhaps and perhaps not.
Miss Robbins, when
you finally have a little girl,
please don't make her
compete with her little sibling
that's still buried in you.
That unhappy, unfulfilled child
who still needs to achieve
before you'll be
free to fully give.
You look terrible, darling.
How does Eloise look?
I don't know. I wasn't with her,
if that's what you mean.
You don't owe me any
explanations, remember?
- We have an agreement.
- I saw her at the bar.
I took her back to her bungalow
and said "No thanks" and left.
After all my blandishments,
I thought you'd be in the mood.
I must admit I was
tempted, but I passed.
I've been doing
a lot of thinking.
So have I, Craig.
You're always going
to do your own thing,
and I can't stop you.
So be it.
Can we talk about this later?
I won't be around.
One of us has to
do the adult thing.
I'm it.
I'm gonna fly today.
Good luck.
It won't seem the
same without you
there on the sidelines
with your fingers crossed.
You don't need me, Craig.
All this time I've been worried
that I'd lose you in a crash,
but that won't happen.
You're a wonderful pilot.
You're wonderful
at everything you do.
Except for the one
thing I need most.
Well, nobody, not even you,
can bat a thousand, can they?
What are you gonna do?
Live... With a man one day.
Have kids...
Kids whose father
knows what they're worth.
I will find a new love, Craig.
At first, I'll probably
wish he was you.
But then, so slowly I
probably won't even realize it,
you'll become yesterday's love.
And he'll be there,
and he'll be real.
Will it help if I ask
you to marry me?
Only my ego.
Will you marry me?
No.
(SNIFFLING)
Paul?
What are you doing here?
What are you doing? Sobering up?
I hear you downed
quite a few scotches
after I left last night.
-I was celebrating. -Like hell.
You were just as
miserable as I was.
Come on, drop the act, Paul.
I know what you've been up to.
I appreciate the sentiment,
but I don't appreciate
what you did.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
You tried to take
everything away from me.
You almost made the
most important decision
of my life for me.
I know you did it out of
love, but did you really think
that I was incapable of
making my own choice?
Oh, no, Kristen.
I just... I couldn't stand
seeing you being torn apart.
I didn't know what else to do.
You could have
said you loved me.
Oh, I do love
you. I do love you.
If I'd known that for sure,
I probably could have made
up my mind a whole lot faster.
Well, let's hear it.
I'm gonna take that job.
-You're what? -I... I got to.
The long and the short of it is I'd
just never forgive myself if I didn't.
- I love you, I just...
- Yeah, I know.
That's what makes me know
that what I'm doing is right.
Okay, so I'm gonna be in Hawaii,
and you're gonna be in New York.
But if we love each other, then
that isn't gonna make any difference.
Kristen, a relationship...
I mean, a really good
relationship takes time
and energy and commitment.
Phone calls and letters
and flying back and forth
on holidays just
isn't gonna make it.
I don't expect it to.
What I'm banking
on is that what we feel
for each other is real.
Real enough to last until
not just one, but both of us
are ready to give
that time and energy
and make that commitment.
If it's real, we'll wait.
And if it's not, we're not
really losing anything, are we?
Wait? How long?
Until I can't stand being
without you anymore.
Till I want to be a
wife and mother so bad
that I'm not giving up anything.
This isn't gonna
be easy, you know.
I know.
Parts of it are going to be fun.
MAN: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Contestant
No. is in the air, ladies and gentlemen.
There he goes,
an inside loop rolling
into inverted flight.
A snap roll.
Followed by another snap.
A half reverse Cuban Eight.
I didn't think you
were gonna make it.
Me neither, but here I am.
Fly high, darling.
Clear.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Mr. Bradshaw, are you ready?
Are you ready, Mr. Bradshaw?
(ENGINE STOPS)
What a fool I've been.
The only thing I'm really
afraid of is losing you.
I guess growing old
with the woman I love
isn't the worst thing
that could happen.
That's the smartest
thing you've said in years.
Let's go.
What's your excuse
this time, Craig?
Well, old buddy...
Go to hell. Let Mike fly it.
I'm afraid you'll have to move
your airplane Mr. Bradshaw.
It's blocking the runway.
Oh, let the kids
do it, Mr. Roarke.
I don't need that
kind of exercise.
-I love you. -I love you, too.
What kind of
exercise do you need?
(CHUCKLING) We'll
think of something.
-Hi. -Well, Miss Robbins...
I understand you'll be
going to Hawaii after all.
Yes, I can't wait till
that lecherous creep
who fired me hears about it.
And where will you
be going, Mr. Horner?
Back home to the Big Apple. Why?
Well, it occurred to
me you could do worse
than follow Miss
Robbins to Honolulu.
You mean give up my job?
No, that's not the answer.
We'd just be right
back where we started.
The way we figure it, a
person's gotta have both.
Some kind of personal
fulfillment, like a job,
and some kind of emotional
fulfillment, like a family.
And by God, somehow,
that's what we're
gonna have... Both.
Oh, I'm sure you will.
Thanks for
everything, Mr. Roarke.
You're very welcome,
Miss Robbins.
-Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Horner.
Sir.
Like I said, sir, a strong
independent woman
who's got everything
going for her.
Lawrence, your hindsight
is truly remarkable.
(LAUGHING)
Well, Miss Swan, may I say
you look especially radiant today?
Well, thank you. It
must be the way I feel.
Craig and I have decided to
get married as soon as possible.
Wonderful!
Congratulations to you both.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
I proved to be a better
man than I gave myself
credit for, according
to Melanie.
I believe someone once said,
"There is no greater prize to
win than that he win her heart."
I'll buy that, Mr. Roarke.
-Goodbye, sir. -Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Miss Swan.
- Goodbye. Thank you.
-Bye, Lawrence. -Goodbye.
Goodbye, miss.
Something bothering
you, Lawrence?
Yes, sir. Your quotation.
I can't seem to
place the author.
-Who was it? -Oh, that!
Um, I believe his
name was, um...
Mr. Roarke.
(LAUGHING)