[♪♪♪♪♪]
[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
Smiles, everyone! Smiles!
[BAND PLAYS]
TATTOO: Who is
that beautiful lady, boss
She sure dresses very well.
ROARKE: Well,
she should, Tattoo.
Miss Erica Nelson
is an executive
for a New York fashion magazine.
What's her fantasy?
Her fantasy is to be
reunited with her fiancé,
Dr. Richard Yates.
Apparently, he went to work
in a clinic in Mexico and...
disappeared without a trace.
- Do you know where he is?
- Oh, yes, Tattoo.
I know where he is.
But I am not at
all sure I know...
what he is.
- TATTOO: Who are they, boss?
- ROARKE: The gentlemen
is none other than
Mr. Stuart Wharton.
The lady is his wife,
Mrs. Margaret Wharton.
Stuart Wharton?
The famous writer who
writes all these children books?
That's right. In fact,
he's giving a lecture
tomorrow night on the
subject of his latest book
which is titled,
Little Patrick,
The Perfect Child.
A lecture?
You mean they're
not here for a fantasy?
Oh, indeed they are, Tattoo.
Mr. Wharton wants to spend
two days with a perfect child
he has just created
in his imagination.
You see, the Whartons
have no children.
How can he write
about the perfect child
if he does not have
any children of his own?
That's right,
Tattoo, which is why
Mrs. Wharton is looking forward
to her husband's
fantasy with some...
amusement.
Neither of them has any idea
that it's a fantasy that
could destroy their marriage.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
ROARKE: Tell me more
about Richard, Miss Nelson.
ERICA: You see,
Richard specializes
in tropical medicine.
That's why he was so excited
about working with a doctor
as famous as Lewis Kristofa.
But in the last
letter he wrote me,
he said that
Kristofa was a fraud
and that he intended
to expose him.
The last letter?
And, uh, you haven't
heard from him since?
No.
No, all my letters were
returned unopened.
And then I discovered
that the clinic
where Richard and
Kristofa were working
had been closed down
suddenly, with no
forwarding address.
I've been sick with
worry, Mr. Roarke.
I was so relieved
when I heard from you.
Again, Miss Nelson,
all I know for certain
is that Dr. Kristofa
recently purchased
an old copra plantation
on one of our outer islands.
And that a man fitting
your fiancé’s description
is with him.
Tell me how long will
it take me to get there.
About two hours.
But I must warn you the
natives of Barraga Island,
that's where you're going...
are extremely superstitious.
I'm afraid I can't
guarantee your safety.
The only thing I care
about at this point
is finding Richard.
Very well.
You'll be on your own
once you get there.
Good luck, Miss Nelson.
Thank you.
Be careful. Take
care of yourself.
Yes, I will.
[BOAT ENGINE STARTS]
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
Is this it? Thank you.
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
-[ERICA GASPS] Whoa!
I could have k*lled you.
Erica.
- Richard. Oh, my God!
- RICHARD: Erica.
I don't know how you found me...
but you're going to
have to leave. Now.
Erica Nelson, isn't it?
-Yes. -I've seen your photo.
And, of course, Richard
here talks of nothing but you.
I am Dr. Lewis Kristofa.
How do you do?
She must be very tired, Richard.
Why don't you ask Miss Nelson
if she'd like to rest a while?
Erica, would you like to rest?
Yes, Richard. I'd love to.
Good.
Come along, then.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
ROARKE: I believe you
were about to say something,
-Mr. Wharton. -Would it help
if I, uh, describe
the perfect child
to you again, Mr. Roarke?
Actually, I should
warn you that...
You see, obviously, it
could be either a boy or a girl,
but for our purposes,
uh, let's make it a boy.
I would say, oh,
about -years-old,
well-groomed, manners
of a little gentlemen.
- Stuart.
- Uh, no, amiable disposition.
- Look.
- Oh, respectful of his elders.
Uh, what is it,
Margaret? Don't interrupt.
-Studious. -Darling.
-What, Margaret? What? -Look.
How do you do, Mr. Wharton?
-Mrs. Wharton. -How do you do?
BOY: It is certainly a
pleasure to meet you.
I've heard so much about you.
Well, it's a pleasure to
meet you, young fella.
-Yes. [CHUCKLES] -[CHUCKLES]
- What's your name?
- Patrick, Sir.
Patrick.
Patrick?
As in your book.
Patrick, the perfect child.
Well, uh, Patrick, are you
ready to have some fun?
I could hardly
have anything else
if I'm with you and
Mrs. Wharton, Sir.
-Oh, Patrick.
[CHUCKLES] -[CHUCKLES]
Perfect in every way.
Roarke, you're incredible.
I'm afraid, Mr. Wharton...
Patrick here, is
merely a figment
of your imagination.
But... What?
Uh, finding a real child
who embodies all the
qualities you just enumerated
proved impossible.
I... I don't understand.
However, I have located
a child who, I believe,
is perfectly suited
to fulfill your fantasy.
[GLASS SHATTERS]
Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke,
he's going to cream me!
[SCREAMING]
It's all right,
Tattoo. It's all right.
- But, boss.
- It's all right, I say.
Mrs. Wharton, Mr. Wharton,
may I present Andy...
your son for this weekend.
This is Esther, my housekeeper.
She will take you upstairs
and find a dress which
is suitable for dinner.
By the way, she's, uh...
deaf and dumb.
Go on upstairs.
Richard will join
you in a moment.
Why don't you let her go?
She doesn't know anything.
A woman of her
beauty, Richard...
the answer to that
question is obvious.
Don't you touch her!
Your choice is very simple.
Either she stays here
and you tell her
nothing of my activities,
or I'm going to turn
her into what you are.
Do you understand me?
I am so sorry for
the convenience,
Mr. Wharton, Mrs. Wharton.
It isn't very often,
I assure you,
that, uh, my staff forgets
to give our guests keys
- to their bungalow.
- Boss, I'm only human, you know.
Don't worry about
it, Mr. Roarke.
You gave Andy and
me the chance to discuss
the counterproductive
nature of his resent displays
-of aggressive behavior. -Huh?
I was telling him why
you shouldn't throw rocks
-anymore, Andy. -Oh.
Uh, well... here we are.
I trust you'll find it
well worth the wait.
Oh, I'm sure we will.
Yes. Thank you so much.
-Holy smoke. -Wow.
MARGARET: Oh, my goodness.
This certainly is a
mess, isn't it, Andy?
Place looks like a store
after the gypsies moved out.
ANDY: Hey, look
at that beach ball!
MARGARET: Andy, it's so
big! Isn't that wonderful, darling?
I suppose, Tattoo,
you have a good reason
for neglecting to have
the bungalow clean.
You bet I do, boss. I
forgot to do that, too.
Well, will you take care
of it at once, please?
Uh, don't worry,
Mr. Roarke. Don't worry.
We'll have this place
spic and span ourselves
-in no time. -Stuart, darling,
do we have to spic
and span right now?
Well, now, there's no time
like the present, Margaret.
You know what I always
say, a little work is good for the
-body and soul. -Body and soul.
Yes, I know.
If you will excuse us, Tattoo
and I will be on our way.
Oh, fine, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Now, we're going to
have a lot of fun, Andy,
cleaning this place
up. You start over there.
I'll be right back, darling.
Would you excuse me, Andy?
ANDY: Sure.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Okay, you pick that
up... Oh! Holy smoke.
[SIGHS]
Hmm.
Mrs. Wharton, you may
be interested to know
that Andy has no living
parents. He's an orphan.
Meaning that if we wanted
to, we could adopt him?
That's right. Providing, of
course, that Andy agreed.
Oh, dear, I certainly hope
that Stuart doesn't
ruin everything
with his incessant
perfectionism.
Well, thank you very much again.
Will I see you tomorrow
night at Stuart's lecture?
Oh, most assuredly.
Good.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye, Mrs. Wharton.
Richard. Oh, my God!
What are you doing
in this awful place?
Erica... just let me hold
you. I've missed you so much.
Well, then, why
haven't you written?
Why haven't you called?
-Erica, look, uh... -[CHUCKLES]
We're supposed to be
getting married, remember?
Erica, I can't.
Not anymore.
What are you talking about?
Three months ago,
we were so happy and...
and now it's over?
I'm not the same man I
was three months ago, Erica.
Listen... I don't know
what you've been through...
but I'm here,
and I'm going to stay
here until you're well again.
I'm not gonna let
you be destroyed
like everyone else around here.
I don't understand
what you're talking
about, Richard.
You've got to explain to me.
There's no time for talk, Erica.
I'm gonna get you
out of here now.
No.
I am not leaving
here without you.
Oh... don't you understand?
I love you.
-[THUNDER CRASHING] -[SHRIEKS]
-No! -ERICA: Richard?
-Kristofa! -Richard? My God!
-No! -Richard, what's happening?
I can't breathe!
[THUNDER CRASHING]
Kristofa!
-Stop! -Richard?
Richard? My God!
I can't breathe.
-Kristofa! -[THUNDER CRASHING]
[PIANO PLAYING]
Okay, Andy, it's your turn.
I can't. I ain't never
played before.
- I have never played before.
- Yeah, you have. You just did.
That's not what I meant, Andy.
I was correcting your grammar.
Oh.
So, what kind of
instrument do you play?
Nothing. I don't play nothing.
I mean, I don't
play no instrument.
I don't play any
instrument. [SIGHS]
You did okay on the piano.
That's not what I meant, Andy.
Look, you're years old.
You must play some
sort of instrument.
Does Pac-Man count?
No.
[SIGHS] Come here. Sit down.
You see, in my book...
like the Little Patrick,
The Perfect Child,
I say that as a means
of protecting himself,
every child should play
a musical instrument.
Now, it's through
the arts, you see,
that we exercise
our creative potential.
Now, you've told me
you're not interested...
Would you stop doing
that, please? Thank you.
You told me you're
not interested
in singing, dancing,
painting, and so forth.
- Mmm-hmm. Right.
- Okay. Very good.
And believe it or not,
I'm going to instruct you
how to play the piano.
- What?
- I want you to stretch yourself,
to grow. Develop
your versatility.
That's not so hard
to understand, is it?
It is for me.
I don't even know
what versability is.
Versability is...
Oh, never mind.
What are you
getting so mad about?
-Angry. -What?
I'm not mad, I'm angry.
-Why? -Because I'm trying
to teach you something
and you're not listening.
- [LOUD NOTE PLAYS]
- I am too listening.
I'm doing most of the
listening, and you're doing
- most of the talking.
- [LOUD NOTE PLAYS]
You're the one who don't listen!
I'm the one who doesn't listen.
That's what I'm
trying to tell you.
[LOUD NOTE PLAYS]
[DOOR CREAKING]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
To Erica Nelson,
the most provocative
woman on my island.
I'm not interested
in flattery, Doctor.
You still haven't told me
what's wrong with Richard.
Erica, when Richard
and I were in Mexico,
he contracted a
rare strain of malaria,
which is why I brought him here,
because I want
to take care of him.
That's not what he told me.
Erica, you saw the way
he collapsed over there.
He's feverish. His
mind isn't working.
He's not thinking clearly.
- I think I better go upstairs.
- Erica, Richard needs his sleep.
And you and I need to talk.
You know, this plantation
is going to make me
a very wealthy man.
I'm renewing the land here.
I've gathered a
workforce about me.
Uh, soon this house will be
filled with treasures and
antiquities, and then...
the only thing that
I'm going to lack
will be a beautiful woman
to share all this with.
I believe that woman is you.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
[GASPS]
LEWIS: What? What is it?
There was a face at the window.
I think your imagination
is beginning to
rattle your beauty.
Erica, forget Richard.
You heard what I said.
You belong with me.
Let me go!
You've done something to him.
And I swear I'm
gonna find out what.
[GASPS]
Your old man's sure
been in there a long time.
Mm-hmm.
Andy, darling,
you've hardly touched
that ice cream cone.
Come on, tell me what's wrong.
[SIGHS] I know what he's
talking to Mr. Roarke about.
MARGARET: What?
He's telling him he don't
want me around no more.
Oh, no, he isn't, sweetheart.
No. No. No. No. No.
- He's just making arrangements.
- Andy?
Ah.
Andy, uh, you'll be spending
the rest of the weekend
here with me. And, uh...
Monday you'll go
back to the orphanage.
I'm sorry.
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
- [THUNDER CRASHING]
- [WIND GUSHING]
[DRUMS b*ating]
[CROWD HOOTING]
-[SHRIEKS] -[HOOTING CONTINUES]
[DRUMMING CONTINUES]
Richard.
Richard, where are you going?
Richard, come back!
[HOOTING CONTINUES]
[WOMAN MOANING]
[GASPS] Kristofa.
Richard...
I want her.
[DRUMS b*ating]
No. Please. No! [GASPS]
[MOANING]
- [CROWD HOOTING]
- [ERICA PANTING]
[MOANS] No! No!
I love Richard.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
[GASPS, SCREAMS]
STUART: Well, sweetheart,
I'm really very proud of you.
Oh? And why is that, darling?
Well, I thought
you might be upset
- over this thing with the boy.
- Me? Upset? Why in the world
would a little thing
like that upset me?
I mean, after all,
you're the expert when
it comes to children,
aren't you, sweetheart?
Did you, uh, mean
anything in particular
- by that last remark?
- Uh, of course not, darling.
Oh, maybe I used to feel
that your perfectionism
was a pain in the neck, but...
- I don't feel that way anymore.
- Good.
The pain is much lower down now.
It just so happens
there's a perfectly logical
explanation for my actions.
Oh, and what's that?
Frontal lobotomy?
Now, just a moment.
I... What are you doing?
Well, I... really
can't be certain.
After all, I'm not the expert,
but I believe I'm packing.
- Why? Where are you going?
- To another bungalow
to keep a certain
-year-old boy company.
He may not be the perfect child,
but at least he
doesn't go around
dressed up like an adult.
Margaret, you're not even making
- any sense.
- Oh, damn it, Stuart!
If you weren't so busy
going around
straightening paintings
and correcting grammar, and...
squeezing toothpaste
tubes from the bottom...
maybe you could
see that other people
besides yourself have needs.
- Like me.
- [SUITCASE LATCH CLICKS]
And that
brokenhearted little boy
you left with Mr. Roarke.
[SOBS] There!
That will give you something
to do while I'm gone.
[SOBS]
Phew.
[PANTING, SCREAMS] Oh!
-Oh, God. -It's all right.
- Oh, Mr. Roarke.
- It's all right.
-It's all right. -[GASPS]
Something terrible's
happened to Richard.
Kristofa's turned him
into some kind of monster.
That's precisely why
I'm here, Miss Nelson.
To warn you that Dr. Kristofa
is a practitioner of voodoo...
a black art that
turns its victims
into the walking
dead. Yes, I'm sorry.
But there is still hope.
They believe the
transformation is not final
until the full moon
reaches its zenith.
That will happen tonight.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
Is there anything I can do?
According to voodoo beliefs...
there is an antidote.
This salt, very rare, but
found on Fantasy Island,
must touch...
the zombies lips.
And if administrated
without fear...
without fear...
the victim will be
released from the spell.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
Remember, Miss Nelson...
the key is belief,
not only Richard's,
but yours as well.
Believe in yourself...
believe in your intelligence,
in your love for him.
These are your weapons.
If they fail...
you will not leave
this island alive.
I understand.
[GROANING IN DISTANCE]
- Mr. Roarke, I...
- [GROANING CONTINUES]
ANDY: I call.
MARGARET: Oh, swell.
Okay, hotshot... it's your deal.
And this time, prepare to die.
-[DOOR KNOCKS] -It's open.
Whoa. [CHUCKLES]
Well...
looks like I must have,
uh... missed the typhoon.
Stick around, we're
expecting a cold front.
Now, Margaret... that's
enough of this nonsense.
Why don't you just
stop all this and...
And come back to me?
Andy, darling...
that's your cue.
Yep.
[STUART SIGHS]
Now, Stuart... [SIGHS]
you listen to me.
For the first time in my life, I
am doing something for me.
And I'm having a ball.
I'm perfectly happy.
-Happy? -Happy, yes. [CHUCKLES]
That's ridiculous.
This whole place
looks like a vacation
resort for Attila the Hun.
Really? I think
it's very creative.
-Creative, huh? -Mmm.
Let me tell you
something, Margaret.
You spend one more
day with that child,
you're going to be...
Don't you dare say a
word against that child. Shh.
Want some cookies?
We made them fresh.
[SIGHS]
They're b*rned on the bottom.
Margaret, I don't
understand this.
We've always been so happy
-together. -MARGARET: Oh, no.
No, Stuart, you've
always been happy.
You never asked about me.
No. Never. All you
did was assume
that whatever you
wanted, I would want it, too.
How about a soft drink?
Andy...
can't you see that
Mrs. Wharton and I
are having a little,
uh, discussion?
All right.
Phew.
Now, Stuart. [SIGHS]
If...
I say, if...
we are going to stay together,
we're going to have
to change a few things.
-Change? -Change, yes.
-Why? -Why?
Because if we don't
change, we don't grow,
and neither does a marriage.
Oh, Stuart, we are stagnating.
STUART: Stagnant?
You know, Margaret,
if you were a character
in one of my books,
nobody would believe you.
Well, you'd better
believe me, Mister.
And if you don't,
there's the door!
All right.
[MUTTERING]
Richard?
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- [DOOR CLOSES]
Welcome back.
What have you done with Richard?
You know what I've
done with Richard.
You saw it last night.
Forget Richard. He's dead.
You'd like me to believe
that, wouldn't you?
That you can
stick pins into dolls
and make people
grovel at your feet.
Well, I don't believe it.
I don't believe you
have power over anyone.
All right, I'll prove
to you that I do.
I'll take you to see Richard...
and then you'll see that
my power is all too real.
All right. Here it comes.
Nice catch. All right.
Well, Mr. Wharton, I see
your wife is getting along
-splendidly with Andy. -Yes.
Which brings up an
interesting question.
Exactly whose
fantasy is this anyway?
Why, yours, of course.
Oh, really? Well, I
asked for a perfect child,
instead you give me
Godzilla in marital stripes.
All I want is perfection and
everything is falling apart.
-[INDISTINCT
CHATTER] -Are you sure?
Am I sure?
See for yourself. Look around.
This whole thing is a... a mess.
Ah, yes. You like
everything in its proper place,
don't you, Mr. Wharton?
Except when it
comes to yourself.
What?
Well, I'm suggesting
that perhaps it's time
for you to look inwardly,
to at least consider
the possibility
that there are answers
hiding in your mind
- you have yet to discover.
- What's that supposed to mean?
Simply that the
problem is a little boy...
but it's not Andy.
It's the little boy in you.
Find him, Mr. Wharton.
Learn from him.
He has answers you
will find most revealing.
Will you excuse me?
[LEAVES RUSTLING]
-[BIRD SQUAWKING] -There!
See for yourself.
Richard, darling,
I can help you.
Oh!
Ah! This is why you brought
me here. You want to use this.
Please, I'll do
anything you want.
Just let Richard go.
It's too late for that.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
Bodies of the night.
Bodies of the night...
-arise. -[THUNDER CRASHING]
[ERICA PANTING]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
[PANTING] Oh. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh,
no. Oh. [GASPING]
[CRYING]
[CRYING]
[SCREAMING]
Hi.
Hi.
Where's the, uh,
little home wrecker?
He and Tattoo are out
looking for night crawlers.
We're all going fishing.
Oh. I thought it was
too quiet around here.
Oh, Stuart, really?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to start an argument. I...
[SIGHS]
I came here to,
uh... Well, to talk.
So, talk. Here.
Margaret, this whole
thing is ridiculous.
Now, you and I have been
together much too long
to let anything like
this child break us up.
Stuart, darling... I like him.
A lot.
And you know how much
I've always wanted children.
Yes.
So, where do I fit in?
Why, as a father.
And you'd really
make a great one.
Oh, you would, if you'd just
forget all those
theories about perfection
and just be the wonderful
human being that you are.
[SIGHS]
Margaret, there's something
I... I've never told anyone...
not even you.
I did not have a
perfect childhood.
I did not have
wonderful parents.
I was an orphan.
Bounced around from
one foster home to another.
I hated my childhood.
Stuart, just a minute.
What about all those stories
-about your family? -Lies.
Margaret...
you're the first...
Well, the only person,
really, in my whole life...
who ever loved me.
Oh, Stuart.
Oh, Stuart, darling.
[SNIFFLES]
Now, can you see how lonely
Andy is and how much he needs us?
Of course, I can.
But... [EXHALES]
the thing is every
time I look at him...
I see myself...
at his age and I remember.
I don't want to live with
that kind of pain again,
Margaret.
I love you, Stuart,
and you know that.
But I just can't go back to
things the way they were.
I'm going to adopt Andy with...
or without you.
[SIGHS]
We're all set.
See, Tattoo's getting our
boats and rods and reels, and...
[SNIFFLES, EXHALES]
What's wrong?
Oh, nothing.
Nothing, sweetheart.
I was just crying
because I'm so happy.
Oh, happy. I always cry
because I'm happy, sweetheart.
Say, Andy...
how would you like to have
a real home with a mother
who's just dying to
have a little boy like you?
You talked him into it?
Oh, wow, Margaret. You're great.
Well... to tell you the
truth, sweetheart...
I don't know if Stuart's
ready to have a little boy yet.
Well, that's okay.
Who needs a father anyway?
A kid like me can't
have everything.
- [DRUMS b*ating]
- [THUNDER CRASHING]
[WOMAN MOANING]
-[GASPS] -[THUNDER CRASHING]
In pagan times, when
the crops were bad,
they made a human sacrifice,
and they poured the
victim's blood on the ground
to make it fertile again.
Richard.
- [THUNDER CRASHING]
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]
Wait. Wait.
Kristofa, listen to me.
You are powerful.
I can see that now.
- If you let me go...
- You had your chance.
But you said it yourself,
you need someone
to share your life.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
You can sacrifice
anyone, Lewis...
but I can appreciate
you. I can love you.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
Come closer, Lewis.
Come closer to me.
Let me prove it to you.
Kiss me.
Kiss me, Lewis.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
[CRASHING CONTINUES]
LEWIS: Get her!
Go after her!
[PANTING]
[PANTING CONTINUES]
[GASPS] Richard,
look, I've released you.
I've released all of you.
No!
I am the power here. I
command you to k*ll her.
k*ll her!
No. No!
No. She's lying!
She's lying! No!
No!
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
Thank you very much
for your applause.
I, uh, wish, first of
all, to welcome you
to the first annual conference
on The Perfect Child.
Uh, it's a pleasure, I must say,
to be, uh, standing
here this evening
face-to-face with so many
of my readers and supporters.
Well, as I assume, uh,
at least some of you know,
- um, in my latest book...
- Why, Mrs. Wharton.
Andy. I thought you were
going night fishing with Tattoo?
We were.
But children can be great
teachers, Mr. Roarke.
I thought Stuart was
the one being selfish,
but I was selfish, too.
Andy's a wonderful boy...
but he needs both of us.
Well, enjoy the lecture,
Mrs. Wharton, and, uh...
STUART: Perfect
child as a means of...
Good luck.
STUART: dramatizing at
least some of my theories
about child rearing
and education.
Now, naturally, I'm
aware that there is no
true literal perfection
in the universe.
Certainly not in human
experience anyway.
But...
I believe that, uh,
by holding up the highest
possible standards,
the standards of perfection,
you might say, for our children,
we nevertheless...
we nevertheless
pos... possibly...
Patrick?
How do you do, Mr. Wharton?
I'm so happy to see you again.
[AUDIENCE MURMURING]
WOMAN: Goodness
gracious. This is ridiculous.
Uh, [STUTTERS] Where
were... Oh, yes. Uh...
well... [CLEARS THROAT]
Um, now I... I... I know
that a lot of people, um,
are opposed...
[STUTTERS]...to my theory...
Well, they say they're
wrong, as a matter of fact.
But, uh...
I have seen...
the perfect child.
-[AUDIENCE MURMURING] -Um...
And... and... and
he's exactly what I...
- what I wrote about.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
The only problem is, um...
he isn't real.
[CHATTERING CONTINUES]
WOMAN: My goodness.
And that is actually
why I've agreed to, uh...
give this lecture tonight, uh,
to tell you about a... a
new theory I've developed.
- A theory that...
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
refutes everything
I've ever written
on the subject.
[CHATTERING CONTINUES]
Now...
striving for
perfection isn't so bad.
That's... that's
not the problem.
I mean, doing that
makes us reach
higher and deeper
into ourselves.
But perfection...
Perfection needs nothing.
Perfect people...
wouldn't need other people.
And, uh, anybody who...
thinks he's perfect...
is likely to end up alone.
Go on, Stuart.
Oh, darling...
go on.
Well... [CLEARS THROAT]
I guess what I...
really want to say
is that the only thing that...
The only thing in the world
that really approaches
perfection...
is love.
And, uh, I'd appreciate
it if you, both of you...
would give me a
chance to prove that.
Oh. Oh, Stuart.
[SOBS] Oh. Andy.
[CHUCKLES, SOBS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
I'm so glad that
you're happy together.
So are we, Tattoo.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke,
for giving Erica the antidote.
Even though I never
got a chance to use it.
Oh, but you did
use it, Miss Nelson.
I don't mean the salt. I
mean, your belief in yourself
and your love for Dr. Yates,
that was the antidote.
Have a happy life together.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
[CAR APPROACHING]
- Here you are, dear.
- Thank you, dear.
- Thank you so much.
- All right. Mr. Roarke,
thank you very
much, indeed. Tattoo.
-Uh, what's that? -Oh.
Uh, well, I'm afraid
Andy's aim was off again,
so I took the liberty
of adding the cost
of a second new
window to your bill.
-Oh. -All right, young man.
That's going to come
straight out of your allowance.
- But, Dad.
- I know, nobody's perfect.
But you can try, okay?
- Okay.
- Attaboy. Come on up here.
I'll give you a horseback
ride down to the dock.
-Oh, wonderful. -Thanks again
-for a great time. -Yes, Sir.
-There we go. -Coming, Margaret?
Yes, dear. In just a second.
Well, as you can see,
we are now a family.
- Yes, Mrs. Wharton.
- Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
- And, Tattoo, thank you so much.
- You're very welcome.
-Bye-bye. -Goodbye.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
Boss.
[GLASS SHATTERS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]