(BELL RINGING)
Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
Good morning, Lawrence.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
(TROPICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
LAWRENCE: I assume from all
the fuss being made over them,
they must be celebrities, sir.
MR. ROARKE: Not quite, Lawrence.
Mr. and Mrs. Paul
Spenser have been sent
by a television show
called Your Wildest...
Your Wildest Dream Come True.
-I know that show, sir. -Do you?
Well, they're sponsoring
Mr. Spenser's fantasy.
LAWRENCE: Whatever
his wildest dream is,
Mrs. Spenser doesn't seem
all that thrilled about being here.
That's because the lady's afraid
her husband's luck
may be running out.
His luck, sir?
Mr. Spenser was a fighter
pilot during World w*r II.
His fantasy is to have
one definitive aerial dogfight
with a German ace,
Gunther Richter,
to determine which of
them is truly the Ace of Aces.
A dogfight, sir? You mean zoom,
zoom, rat-a-tat tat and all that?
All that.
LAWRENCE: No wonder
Mrs. Spenser looks worried.
Haven't I seen that face before?
MR. ROARKE: Oh, I'm
sure you have, Lawrence.
That's Miss Joanna Jones.
Of course. The pop artist.
If one can call
such singing art.
Nevertheless, it has
made Miss Jones
one of the most popular
singers in the world.
Not anymore, sir.
No, in recent years, her
records have sold less and less,
and now Miss Jones has
convinced herself that she's obsolete.
LAWRENCE: And what is
her fantasy, sir? A comeback?
No.
To have a baby.
And how are we
supposed to help out?
By introducing her to the man
she envisions will make
her fantasy come true.
LAWRENCE: Have
you found him, sir?
MR. ROARKE: The very man.
My dear guests,
I am Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
(ENGINE ROARING)
SPENSER: People
from the television show
are supposed to be
sh**ting this dogfight.
Shouldn't they be here
by now, Mr. Roarke?
No, Mr. Spenser. My
arrangement is for them
to photograph only your
arrival and departure.
All other footage for their
show will be supplied by us.
You'll understand why shortly.
Compared to today's jet
aircraft, it seems so simple.
Well, that's the beauty of
it, Lawrence, it's simplicity.
Everything was a lot
simpler in those days.
You knew who you were.
You knew who your enemy was.
Today, everything's a
lot more complicated.
No room in the sky for
guys like me anymore.
Oh, that's a rather
bleak statement
for a relatively young
man, Mr. Spenser.
Well, last week I took
my yearly physical exam.
When the report came
back, I wasn't young anymore,
and I wasn't a flight captain
for Global American
Airways anymore, either.
You've been grounded, sir?
That's it.
Look, I... I haven't told
my wife about it yet.
But you can understand why
this fantasy means so much to me.
I hope it's satisfying
to you, Mr. Spenser,
and to Mr. Gunther Richter.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
The Messerschmitt check out
to your satisfaction, Mr. Richter?
(GERMAN ACCENT) A beautiful
machine, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.
Mr. Paul Spenser,
Mr. Gunther Richter.
Well, after all these
years, we finally meet.
Maybe it's better this way.
Yes, it's always better
to save the best for last.
So, when is our little duel
scheduled, Mr. Roarke?
In a little while, Mr. Richter.
We'll have your Messerschmitt
fitted with a camera g*n
identical to the one
in Mr. Spenser's plane.
Cameras instead of machine g*ns?
Yes.
Well, more humane, of course.
Less satisfying, perhaps.
Perhaps, but at least you'll both have
the satisfaction of conducting your contest
under World w*r II conditions
in every other respect.
Has the five-second requirement
been made quite clear to Mr. Richter, sir?
GUNTHER: More rules?
Uh, yes. Yes, necessary ones
since you're not
using real b*ll*ts.
Whichever of you holds
the other in his g*n sight
for five full seconds
is the winner.
The Ace of Aces.
There is one more
thing, Mr. Roarke.
Yes?
Well, look at us.
We're not the young lions
we were years ago.
What about the reflexes,
the physical stress factors?
Now, it's my understanding you
intended to do something about that.
And so I shall.
But first, may I propose
a toast? Lawrence.
Mr. Richter. Mr. Spenser.
No. I had to give up
drinking a few years back.
I think you'll find this a
very special champagne
that produces a
very singular result.
If you please, Mr. Spenser.
LAWRENCE: Sir.
Thank you.
May the better man win.
(GLASSES CLINK)
LAWRENCE: Why, sir, it's...
It's absolutely mind-boggling.
Now you understand
why I thought it best
not to have the
television people here.
(COUNTRY-ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ If you've got to
roam out to Texas
♪ You can see that
it's a wide-open state
One lump or two, Miss Jones?
♪ You can bet that it's
a h*nky-tonkin' place ♪
(TURNS MUSIC DOWN)
Will that be one lump
or two, Miss Jones?
Oh, I'm sorry. Could I have
iced tea instead, please?
Yes, Miss.
Iced tea.
(TURNS MUSIC OFF)
That's what I used to
sound like, Mr. Roarke,
but I don't know
what I sound like today
or even why you asked
me to sing for your guests.
That's not a part of my fantasy.
I'm well aware of
that, Miss Jones.
I haven't even been practicing.
I've been rattling around this
-room shack for the last couple years
staring at the same old posters,
listening to the same old music,
waiting for the same old
people to return my phone calls,
which they don't anymore.
I don't understand
how having a child
is a solution to any
of that, Miss Jones.
Having a child would give
meaning to my life again.
Ah, then you're speaking
of building a family.
Oh, no, Mr. Roarke, I
don't want a husband.
Now, I know how that may sound,
but I've been living
my own life too long.
I wouldn't know where to
go to look for the kind of man
that I would want
to father my child.
I see.
Do you?
I could give a child a
lot of love, Mr. Roarke.
I have plenty of time and money,
but I need for it to be mine.
I need to know the man.
You have many needs, Miss Jones.
Your iced tea, Miss.
Thank you.
In any event, I have
made arrangements
for you to meet a man I feel
can truly fulfill those needs.
As a matter of fact, sir...
Ah, yes.
What does he think of
me... I mean, of my fantasy?
Oh, I haven't told him
about that, Miss Jones.
That's for you to do.
Mr. Roarke.
I hope I didn't get
the wrong time.
- I'm not interrupting, am I?
- Oh, no, no.
But I'm afraid I won't
be able to join you.
I have, however, arranged
for a most charming substitute.
Miss Joanna Jones, may I
present Mr. Harley Payton.
-How do you do? -Hello.
I wish I could say I was
disappointed, Mr. Roarke.
I promised Mr. Payton that he'd be
shown around our island paradise.
Yes, but he didn't promise me
I'd have such a beautiful guide.
Shall we go?
-Sure. -Okay.
This sort of thing is a little
out of our line, isn't it, sir.
No, not really, Lawrence.
The outcome may
well be something
Miss Jones never bargained for.
Lorraine!
Lorraine?
Paul?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's me.
Paul, what's happening to us?
It's the fantasy.
Do you like it?
Oh, what do you think?
Oh!
Oh.
Lori, you're beautiful.
Look at you. Look.
You look the way you did
the day we were married.
Yeah.
Do you remember that
rundown hotel in Atlantic City?
No heat and paper-thin walls.
And that funny army chaplain
who was in such
a hurry to marry us
because of all the other
couples waiting in line.
(SIGHS)
He wasn't as anxious as I was.
Do you remember
all those new brides
and how they didn't
want to waste a minute
because their husbands
were all going to w*r?
Oh, Paul it was all
I could do to keep
from letting you know
how scared I was.
Well, we've got it again.
At least for a day or two.
Paul, let's live our
honeymoon over.
Only this time without
the constant fear
of never seeing
each other again.
Oh, the scarf.
The one that I gave you
the day you went overseas.
And it got me home safely
from every mission I ever flew.
Yeah.
What is it?
I almost forgot why we
came to Fantasy Island.
(SIGHS) That.
That's just a replay
of an old dream.
There's no danger this time.
You told me you
never wore that scarf
except for when you
were going into combat.
(SIGHS) Look, look...
Now, the only thing we're
sh**ting this time is film.
Relax, okay?
Look, you take it.
Now, you know I'd
never go off without it
if I thought I'd be
flying in harm's way.
You're single, right?
Does it show that bad?
No. I cheated. I really
know who you are.
I even have a couple
of your albums.
Well, congratulations. You're
among the endangered species.
Every career roller
coasters up and down.
I'm a business manager. I know.
You just got to hang on.
I'm tired of just hanging on.
You want to talk about it?
Well, I think I have to.
I mean, we have to,
because it concerns you.
Me?
You see, I came
here to have a baby.
Well, it doesn't show.
No, no, no, no, no.
You don't understand.
I'm not yet,
but I want to be.
I mean, I'm...
I don't know what you are,
but what I am is confused.
Well, let's just drop it.
I've got some
things I need to do.
- Can I see you later?
- I'd like that.
-I'll give you a call. -Great.
(ENGINES REVVING)
Okay, Richter, let's get it on.
Okay, Richter. According
to Roarke's rules of combat,
we take her up to Angel's .
RICHTER: , feet.
Correct, Mr. Spenser?
SPENSER: Angel's .
SPENSER: Okay, break.
Doesn't look like any clouds
for you to hide in, Richter.
RICHTER: Don't you
feel a little naked, Spenser,
without your squadron
to cover your att*ck?
SPENSER: Negative. My
game was always one-on-one.
Come out, come
out wherever you are.
Richter? Richter?
No cigar, Richter.
I'd figure you'd try to
come in out of the sun.
Nice try. How many kills
do you have, Richter?
You will make
number , Spenser.
SPENSER: I don't think so.
Now I'm on your tail.
You're not shaking me loose.
This is all she wrote.
(RICHTER LAUGHING)
You fell for it, Spenser.
(LAUGHING) You fell for it,
Spenser. The oldest trick in the book.
Nice rollaway,
but I'm still here.
RICHTER: Just like the old days.
MAN: Dresden below.
Over Dresden, Captain.
Bombs away.
Wilma, run for the shelter!
Wilma!
Wilma!
JOANNA: Well, I'm trying to explain
why I'm going to do what I'm going to do.
Well, what are you gonna do?
Just give me a minute, okay?
All that about my childhood,
that's why I got into
music as heavy as I did.
It's the one thing that no
one could take away from me.
Until the bottom fell out.
The old roller coaster.
Yeah, when I stopped
caring about my music,
people sensed it, and
they stopped caring, too.
And they stopped
buying my records.
So you're upset about your life.
I have houses and cars and
things that money can buy,
but I need something of my own.
Something that will
give my life meaning.
I'm hearing a lot
about "me" and "my,"
but what about what
the baby will need?
Oh, it'll have everything.
Including a very special father.
Hmm.
Will you do it?
What?
You mean me?
Will you?
(CHUCKLES) I...
My pleasure, so to speak.
Oh, honey. Don't ever
do this to me again.
Oh, Lori, you should
have been there.
You can't believe
what it felt like.
Oh, Paul.
Mr. Roarke, it was fantastic.
Well, I'm pleased you're
pleased, Mr. Spenser.
The Allies won, of
course, didn't they, sir?
Unfortunately,
there was no winner.
Yeah, you can forget
about developing the film.
Neither of us could
nail the other one
for the required five seconds.
Well, splendid. Then
there is no loser.
You can both claim
the title Ace of Aces.
- Shall I open the champagne?
- By all means.
We haven't met.
I'm Lorraine Spenser.
Gunther Richter.
(BOMBS EXPLODING)
I'm sorry for staring.
You're very beautiful.
Thank you.
If you'll excuse me.
I take it Mr. Richter is not entirely
happy about sharing the title, sir.
Neither am I, and I'm
sure the television people
aren't going to like it either.
One more time, Mr. Roarke.
- Paul, no!
- Why not? I can get him this time.
He's good, but so am I.
Mr. Roarke, I'll talk to
the television people.
I'm sure they'll pick up the
tab, but if they don't, I will.
The added cost is no
problem, Mr. Spenser.
It can be arranged,
if Mr. Richter agrees.
Oh, he'll agree.
I can guarantee it.
Excuse me.
I have this uneasy feeling, sir.
So have I, Lawrence.
So have I.
HARLEY: I think I'd be out
of my mind to turn her down.
I imagine many
would say that, yes.
So I'm not going to.
Well, that, of course,
is entirely up to you.
Did she explain her reasons
for wanting this baby?
Yeah, she did,
and I can understand
how she feels, I guess.
And you?
What do you mean me?
I'll never even see it.
Really, Mr. Payton?
Nor think about it?
Your son or daughter?
Is she all right? Is she happy?
What he looks like? No?
(WHIMPERING)
Out, you canine usurper.
No one may sit in this
chair but Mr. Roarke.
My dear guests,
I am Lawrence, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
(BARKS)
One never knows when
opportunity might strike.
(BARKS)
Argh!
LORRAINE: Paul, please.
Don't fly against Richter again.
Oh, come on, Lori.
And the TV people
can put on a good show
with the film Roarke
will give them.
No.
Not as far as I'm concerned.
But why, Paul? What is it?
In a...
In a couple of days, we're
going to be leaving here,
going back to who we
really are, who I really am.
You see, I want
people to see the show
and see me going out a winner.
What are you talking
about, going out?
I didn't pass my
last flight physical.
I'm grounded, for good.
You mean you have to retire.
Yeah.
Oh, honey.
Is that all it is?
All?
It's my whole life.
Flying's the only thing I know.
My poor baby.
And all those wonderful
plans we made
for when you'd
finally have to retire.
Getting the house
up at the lake in Tahoe
that we've always
had our eye on.
You being able to fish
any time you wanted,
forget about the clock.
Maybe start a small business.
Oh, Paul, your life,
our life,
isn't over.
It's just beginning.
I...
I just thought you might be
disappointed in me somehow.
Darling, I couldn't be happier.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
-Champagne? -Yes, thank you.
And one for me.
To us.
Cheers.
Um...
Will I ever see this baby?
What? I think you're getting
a little ahead of the
situation, aren't you?
Won't he want to
know who his father is?
Harley, you're not cooperating.
I know.
Joanna, I cannot
go through with this.
To me, you want a baby
for all the wrong reasons.
It's none of your business.
Well, it's my kid,
too, you know.
Oh, not at this rate.
Joanna, you are a
most desirable woman.
But a baby is not some gadget
you just go buy
over the counter.
You can't talk to me
like that, Harley Payton.
I've trusted you.
And I want to make love to you.
But not like this.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(GUESTS CHATTING)
With my compliments
to help you celebrate
your second honeymoon.
That's very sweet, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
Well, we'll need another
case of bubbly tomorrow
for another celebration...
My win over Richter.
Personally, I think
it's gotten out of hand.
You may be right, Mrs. Spenser.
Will you excuse me?
(RICHTER'S VOICE)
You're very beautiful.
(EXPLOSIONS, SIRENS)
LORRAINE: Mr. Richter?
Mr. Richter, won't you join us?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Thank you.
Here, have some of this.
You're very kind.
If I may propose a toast.
To your wife, Spenser,
because she is every bit as
lovely as the woman I love,
my own wife.
Thank you.
So, where is this
lovely woman of yours?
Yeah, why didn't you bring
her with you to Fantasy Island?
Oh, she's here,
but only in my memory.
Wilma is dead.
I'm sorry.
Thank you. But it
was a long time ago.
During the w*r, which
your husband and I
try so desperately
to romanticize.
-It was a sad time. -Yes.
Wilma was k*lled
during an American
bombing raid on Dresden.
A non-m*llitary target.
Perhaps your
squadron flew escort
for the B- s on
that raid, Spenser.
No, not that one.
But you remember, of course.
It was a meaningless
raid at the end of the w*r.
A terror raid to break the
morale of the German citizens.
I was a lieutenant.
I didn't make decisions. I
flew missions just like you.
Of course.
I don't often think
about the w*r.
I've been too busy, working,
building a career in
the automotive business.
But we were young
then, like you were.
Later I married three
times trying to forget Wilma.
But today, up there,
it all came back.
I could see her face
just before the bombs hit.
Mr. Richter, please.
It was such a long time ago.
We are sorry, but can't
we change the subject?
Good idea. Look, we
can't change the past,
but we can have some
of this good champagne.
There's a word we Germans have.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Among other things,
it uniquely describes
a person who has grown
weary of living with lies.
The lie that such
raids were necessary,
that woman and
children must die.
You're forgetting about the blitz
on London. What about Warsaw?
I'm forgetting nothing, Spenser!
Will you excuse me now?
RICHTER: I'm sorry
about earlier this evening.
SPENSER: Oh, yeah, I
understand. Hey, but Roarke says
we can go at it one more time.
You're good, Spenser.
You really are a very good
flier, but you're not that good.
- So why don't we leave it the way it is?
- Oh, come on, Richter.
My gut says I can take
you. What does yours say?
All right.
But there's a
condition this time.
Name it.
You may not have the
stomach for what I have in mind.
Oh, I'll fly you blindfolded
if that's what you want.
That won't be necessary.
Instead,
we substitute
these for the film.
How about you?
Wouldn't you
rather die like this
than go back to
being an old man?
This time for real.
All right.
But we'll keep it our
secret until afterward.
Yes.
I will tell Roarke all
about it... Afterward.
Good evening.
Excuse me.
Mr. Roarke, I want
a word with you.
Of course, Miss Jones.
Lawrence, will you bring some tea?
Yes, sir.
Please have a seat, won't you?
Has something happened
to displease you, Miss Jones?
Well, nothing has happened,
and that displeases me very much.
Does it really?
How can you ask?
That man walked
out on me last night.
Well, surely he had some reason.
Oh, sure he had a reason.
He was exercising a
father's prerogative.
Mr. Roarke, you promised
me a man that would cooperate.
Miss Jones, Fantasy
Island cannot guarantee
your conceiving a child.
We offer only the opportunity
to fulfill your fantasy.
You mean, that's it?
Perhaps if you considered
Mr. Payton's side of things,
you might find his viewpoint
contains merit worthy
of consideration.
I didn't come here to
psychoanalyze Harley Payton.
I came here to get pregnant.
Thanks for nothing.
Paul?
Paul?
Paul.
His scarf.
PAYTON: Joanna, I've been
looking all over the place for you.
I don't need another
lecture, Mr. Payton,
thank you very much.
No, no lectures, honest.
I just wanted to apologize
for walking out on you
the way I did last night.
Well, great. You've
apologized. Good-bye.
Now, will you listen to me
for just a minute, please?
Why should I?
Because I care, about
you and your baby.
What baby?
I know you feel rejected
because of last night,
but it's the
situation, it's not you.
-I don't care. -Yes, you do.
I know you do, and so do I.
I could love you, Joanna.
Then you should have, Harley.
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
She seems to be
leaving with him.
Yeah.
I think maybe I could have
handled all this a little differently.
How? She's a free
woman after all.
HARLEY: Yeah,
that's a big comfort.
All I meant was you mustn't
blame yourself, Mr. Payton.
And you have preserved
your self-respect.
Are you kidding?
Can't you see what's
gonna happen now?
If you want to change
your mind, now's the time.
Once we're up in the air...
This is the way I want it.
I'm going to k*ll you, Spenser.
You know, I'm still
trying to believe
that this is really happening.
I mean, I'm really
here with you.
Yeah, me too.
Joanna Jones, the pop star,
picking me up.
You know, I've never been
with someone famous before.
I'm not Joanna Jones.
Of course you are.
What are you
trying to pull, huh?
I'm really sorry.
Joanna Jones just
doesn't exist anymore.
Miss Jones wishes
to see you, sir.
And I am always
delighted to see Miss Jones.
Well, then I can
add to your delight
by telling you I have
accomplished my fantasy.
I think Miss Jones and I
had best talk a moment
alone, Lawrence.
Yes, sir.
Miss Jones, the
gentleman with whom
you suggest you consummated
your fantasy came to me
complaining that you threw
him out of your bungalow.
Totally unconsummated,
by the way.
Now, I hope you
haven't forgotten
that you are contracted
to sing tonight.
Oh, Mr. Roarke,
don't make me stay.
You are not being honest.
No.
You feel your fantasy
hasn't been realized,
and you are disappointed.
Now, that's understandable.
But a child can't
possibly give you
a sense of identity, Miss Jones.
You have to provide that out
of the fullness of your own life.
You can't burden a baby
with such a responsibility.
What am I supposed to do?
How do I straighten out my life?
You start here.
By honoring your obligation
and singing tonight.
Why, you have the
opportunity to establish
a new identity
as a singer again.
The new Joanna Jones.
And she can be whoever
you want her to be.
I wouldn't know where to start.
Well, you start by
deciding to sing again.
Well, maybe the
audience won't like me.
Maybe they won't.
Or maybe they will.
Maybe they'll sense the
true artist in you, as I do.
The real Joanna Jones.
You think I can do it?
I know you can.
SPENSER: Richter, we
climb to Angel's and break.
No more games.
RICHTER: It's not going to
be like World w*r II, Yank.
This time you're going to lose.
SPENSER: We're
at Angel's . Break.
(g*ns f*ring)
(ROARKE READING) "I told you I
wouldn't fly this morning, but I have to.
"I hope you understand.
All my love. Paul."
I know. It doesn't
sound all that ominous,
but the b*llet and the fact
that he took his
combat scarf with him.
And you say he never wore it
except when he
flew in actual combat?
Yes! That's what
frightens me, Mr. Roarke.
I'd say you have every
reason to be uneasy, ma'am.
Oh, Mr. Roarke, if
you don't stop them,
I know one of them is
going to be k*lled... I know it.
There still may be time.
RICHTER: You'd better
stop daydreaming, Spenser,
or you're a dead man.
Oh, Mr. Roarke, do something!
Mr. Spenser, this is Roarke.
Come in, please.
Why didn't he answer, sir?
I don't know, Lawrence.
Perhaps because
he doesn't want to.
SPENSER: Very good.
Apparently the reputation you earned
during the w*r is well deserved.
MR. ROARKE: Spenser,
Richter, this is Roarke.
Listen to me.
You are both to land at once.
Sorry, Mr. Roarke,
this is between us.
RICHTER: Haven't you learned
anything, Yank? I have you.
SPENSER: Wrong again.
SPENSER: What is it with you?
You're hanging there
like a wounded pigeon.
You got a problem, Richter?
Worry about yourself, Spenser.
What's going on up there?
Break off and
come down. It's over.
MR. ROARKE: Can't you see he's
handing you this k*ll on a platter?
Richter, it's too easy. I
don't sh**t sitting ducks.
Mr. Roarke is right about this.
Sorry. But all of a sudden,
this isn't fun anymore.
I'll see you on the ground.
RICHTER: No stomach
for it anymore, Yank?
Real thing too much for you?
Oh, Paul's gonna land.
I could sh**t you down, Spenser.
SPENSER: Yeah, you could.
But I don't think you will.
Look, one of us dying
won't bring Wilma back.
I wish it could. I mean that.
RICHTER: sh**t, damn it, sh**t!
Just because you can't sh**t...
I can.
(GASPS) Oh, Mr. Roarke!
It's no good, Richter.
You can't force him to fight.
Come down, please.
RICHTER: To what?
Spenser, I warn you.
This time I will not miss.
Fight me!
MR. ROARKE: He has no
reason to. Don't you understand?
You k*lled Wilma just
as certainly as he did.
What are you saying?
MR. ROARKE: I'm saying that
every person who survives a w*r
is in his own way
responsible for those who die.
It's an eternal debt we each
must pay off in our own way,
but not by more
k*lling, Richter.
LORRAINE: Don't do it! Please!
RICHTER: He's right,
Wilma. I must let you go.
I love you.
I will always love you.
Perhaps that will be enough.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Oh, Paul!
I'm ready to begin that new
future you were talking about.
(APPLAUSE)
Ladies and gentlemen, may
I have your attention, please?
I take great pleasure
in introducing to you
a very lovely lady,
a wonderful singer.
Will you please welcome
Miss Joanna Jones?
(APPLAUSE)
Thank you.
Thank you. But
Mr. Roarke should have said
"The new Joanna Jones."
I hope you like her.
You know, I haven't
decided what kind of music
I'll be singing from now on,
but I have decided one thing:
I'll be singing it for you.
(APPLAUSE)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ You know I want you, baby
♪ I can't help but feel this way
♪ I got my eyes on you, darling
♪ I can't wait another day
♪ I wanna wrap
my arms around you
♪ Squeeze you through the night
♪ Love you till the morning
♪ I'm gonna make you
♪ Feel right
♪ Well
♪ Now take my hand and show me
♪ The things you do so well
♪ We might last forever
♪ Only time will tell
♪ I wanna kiss you all over
♪ It's gonna feel oh so nice
♪ I know it's hard on you, baby
♪ Come on and make me
♪ Feel right
♪ Well
♪ Now take my hand and show me
♪ The things you do so well
♪ We might last forever
♪ Only time will tell
♪ I wanna kiss you all over
♪ It's gonna feel oh so nice
♪ I know it's hard on you, baby
♪ Come on and make me
♪ Feel right
♪ Come on and make me
♪ Feel right
♪ Feel right
♪ Feel right
♪ Feel right
♪ Come on and make me
♪ Feel right ♪
(APPLAUSE)
I think you're a
hit, Miss Jones.
Thanks to you.
And thanks to you,
when I do decide to
have that baby someday,
it will be for all
the right reasons.
You're terrific as ever.
Not as ever, Harley.
This is brand-new.
At least for me it is.
Joanna, I want to see you again.
But I guess you're going to be
pretty busy when you leave here.
Not that busy, Harley.
Never that busy.
I tell you, Mr. Roarke,
the first thing Lorraine and I are
going to do when we get home
is we're going to get an RV,
and we're going take
off to every corner
of the United States
that has a gas pump.
(LAUGHS)
-Good-bye. -Good-bye, sir.
Mr. Roarke, have you
met my new manager?
Well, congratulations
to both of you.
I predict you'll be a most
formidable duo in the music business.
JOANNA: Well, thank you!
-Good-bye. -Good-bye, sir.
-Good-bye, sir. -Bye.
-About her fantasy, sir. -Yes?
You suppose she'll...
I mean, they'll, uh...
I'm absolutely
certain of it, Lawrence.
Absolutely certain.