"Love,
exciting and new.
Come aboard,
we're expecting you.
And love,
life's sweetest reward.
Let it flow,
it floats back to you.
The love boat,
soon we'll be making another run.
The love boat,
promises something for everyone.
Set a course for adventure,
your mind on a new romance.
And love,
won't hurt anymore.
It's an open smile,
on a friendly shore.
It's love.
Welcome aboard it's love."
Molly: Ned, this is perfect!
Ned: What better way to elope?
Molly: Oh...have I told you lately that you're wonderful and handsome and exciting and sexy?
Ned: You forgot well-groomed.
Molly: Oh, ned dunkmueller.
I love you!
Julie: You see.
That's what vitamins will do for you.
Isaac: That's why I take mine every day.
Would you believe that i'm fifty-seven?
Julie: Nooo...
Isaac: Oh, thank you.
Julie: You don't look a day over forty-seven.
Rowena: My mother was perfectly content in sunnydale retirement villa
until that father of yours conned her into running off with him.
Francis: It was her idea.
She even finagled him into cashing in his life insurance.
Rowena: Look, let's just get them off this ship before they harm themselves further.
Francis: Well, for once we agree on something.
Rowena: Excuse me.
Julie: Yes?
Rowena: I want to know the whereabouts of my mother.
She's a frail old lady, traveling with an arthritic old man.
Francis: His name is dunkmueller.
Julie: Oh!
Dunkmueller.
Yes.
They're on the promenade deck.
Cabin three forty-one.
Isaac: Yes.
That's down the hall and to the right.
Francis: You have saved some wonderful people from a terrible, terrible fate.
Thank you.
Julie: Isaac!
You just sent them to the dining room.
We've only got about five minutes before we sail.
They're never gonna find their parents in time.
Isaac: Ah, love, your magic spell is everywhere.
Gopher: You won't believe this, but as a child I was blonde, almost like that....
Doc: Before the beginning of this cruise.
Sylvia: Oh...
Monroe: Oh...
Sylvia: Gopher...
Gopher: Sylvia!
What are you doing here?
Sylvia: Well, well, you're always talking about how much fun these cruises are.
How they're the best vacation a single girl can take.
So I saved all year and I decided I'd let you show me yourself.
I'm all yours.
Gopher: Oh...
Welcome.
Doc...doc, say hi to my next door neighbor, Sylvia.
Say hi to doc.
Sylvia: Hi, doc.
Doc: How do you like it so far?
Sylvia: Oh, it's wonderful.
Everything's so romantic.
Doc: Hey...romance is our middle name.
You could be married by acapulco.
Sylvia: When do we get to acapulco?
Steward: This way...Through here...
Right over here, you guys.
Oh, watch out.
Captain: What...
What's all this?...
"Exclusive property of madame Maria, internationally known fortune teller and palm reader.
Continued on next trunk...
By appointment only.
Inquire within?"
Murphy: Ta-da!
Oh, Julie!
Julie: Oh!!
Murphy: Haven't forgotten how to make an entrance.
Julie: No, you haven't.
Captain, I want you to meet my pal.
This is Mary Louise Murphy.
Also known as madame Maria.
Murph, I want you to meet my friends.
This is doc bricker.
Murphy: Hello.
Julie: Gopher Smith...
Ah...
Gopher: Miss Sylvia carblonker.
Murphy: Hello, Sylvia.
Julie: This is Isaac Washington.
Murphy: Hello.
Isaac: How do you do?
Julie: And the captain of our ship...Merrill stubing.
Murphy: Well, hi ya, merrill.
Julie: Murph is gonna do some palm reading for the passengers.
Murphy: That's right.
I'm going to tell all the romantic futures for your passengers.
Of course, if you'd like me to audition I could read your palm right now.
Captain: No, no, no, no thank you.
I'm sure your talents will appeal to all of our younger passengers.
Murphy: Oh, come now, merrill.
Everybody has a romantic future.
Sylvia: Did you hear that?
Captain: I'm afraid my romantic future is all behind me.
Murphy: I like him...
I think he sort of likes me, too.
Molly: Oh, ned, are we crazy?
Ned: I'm crazy about you, Molly.
Molly: I mean, cashing in your insurance and spending all this money.
Ned: Well, what're we gonna do with it?
Save it for our old age?
Molly: Oh...
Where would I be without you?
Ned: You'd be wasting away at that sunnydale retirement villa
with the rest of the old fogies, instead of opening up a new life in old Mexico.
Molly: But we are crazy.
We don't know a soul there.
Ned: You scared?
Molly: Petrified.
Ned: Me, too.
But isn't it a wonderful adventure, hah?
Molly: Oh, ned, I feel so...So...
Ned: Crowded?
Molly: Howdy.
Sylvia: Oh, thanks, gopher.
I really had a good time watching everybody come on board.
Doc: Did you spot the man of your dreams?
Sylvia: No.
Where was he?
No one said anything to me.
Gopher: See you later, Sylvia.
Sylvia: Ah, where're you going?
How do I find you?
Gopher: We'll be on the lido deck...
Why don't you put on a bathing suit and come on up?
Well, I'll tell you what.
I could stop back a little later and we could go up together.
Sylvia: Okay.
See you in a little bit.
Doc: So Sylvia lives next door to you.
Must be a pretty quiet neighborhood.
Murphy: Now, dorie, this line is your romantic future...
Ahhh, I see a handsome stranger...
Dorie: Oh, where?
What's he like?
Murphy: Ahh...
He...he's a man...
Dorie: Oh!!!
Great!!
I can't wait to call my mother.
Murphy: Oh, you're bald.
Oh, no, no, leave it off.
Leave it off.
Oh, phrenology is one of my sidelines.
Captain: What?
Murphy: Well, you know, reading the bumps on people's skulls.
Captain: Look, will you please stop that?
Murphy: Oh, I get so carried away when I see a great looking skull.
Captain: Great...great looking?
Murphy: You should never wear a hat.
Captain: Really?
Murphy: And what an attractive smile, too.
Captain: Yes...
Well...carry...
Carry on.
Murphy: Aye aye, gorgeous.
Doc: Aye aye, gorgeous?
Julie: Oh, Murphy's always had a way with words.
Gopher: The lido deck is a great place to meet people.
Sylvia: How?
Gopher: Well...sylvia, you just...You meet people.
Here...
You do this...
Good.
Now...sit down.
Make yourself comfortable and...Why don't I get you a drink?
What do you want?
Sylvia: Club soda, please.
Gopher: Okay.
Isaac: Was your friend expecting a dust storm?
Gopher: One club soda, please.
Hold the wisecracks.
Doc: Doesn't she know she needs bait to catch fish?
Julie: Hey, here comes a likely looking flounder.
Gopher: Sylvia...
It's a guy...
Notice him.
Sylvia.
Come on...Sylvia, turn around.
Julie: Oh, she let him get away.
Isaac: Well, she would have threw him back anyway.
Too small.
Gopher: This situation calls for emergency confidence building measures....
As soon as I think of some.
Rowena: Mother, this is for your own good.
You'd be miserable living in a foreign country and quite frankly, you're much too fragile to manage alone.
Molly: I won't be alone.
I'll have ned.
Rowena: Francis thinks it's best if his father returns to sunnydale retirement villa.
Now, Francis and I have to arrange for a couple of cabins, and then we'll help you out to the deck.
Molly: Help us out to the deck?
Did...did my bones rattle that loud?
Ned: Don't worry about it.
We only have to put up with them for today.
Tomorrow we'll get up at the crack of dawn, slip off the ship before they even have an eyeball open.
Francis: Well, it looks like we're gonna have to bunk with you.
There is nothing left.
Molly: Not even a lifeboat?
Ned: An empty shower?
Molly: A broom closet?
Francis: You two...What a sense of humor.
Gopher: Hi.
Sylvia: Hi.
Gopher: Tough finding your table the first time, isn't it?
Sylvia: Yeah.
Gopher: Allow me...
Good evening, all.
I'd like you all to meet Sylvia.
Sylvia: Aren't you eating with me?
Gopher: Well, I'm on duty.
But, if there's anything you need, you just whistle for your favorite assistant purser.
Okay?
Enjoy your dinner.
Sylvia: Are any of you named Sylvia?...Gopher!...
Look what I got.
Gopher: Oh...hey...how 'bout that?
Sylvia: Does every girl on this ship get roses?
Isaac: No.
Gopher: Well, I guess I'm not gonna have to worry about you this trip....
Or will I?
Isaac: Let's see this, you have a secret admirer.
Not bad, and it's only the first night.
Sylvia: I love roses.
I wish I knew who sent them.
Gopher: Well, maybe he's shy.
Sylvia: Yeah.
Maybe I'd better get back to my table in case he's looking for me.
Isaac: Gopher...did you?
Gopher: Well, I thought it might get her more into circulation.
Isaac: You're too much.
You really are incredible.
Gopher: And you're a wonderful judge of character.
Ned: We'll have the crab cocktail followed by the hearts of palm.
Francis: That's much too much roughage.
You know what the doctor said.
Ned: We'll have the crab cocktails, spinach salad, and chateaubriand for two.
Francis: Chateaubriand!
Absolutely not!
Rowena: Mother would be up all night.
We don't want their tum-tums to be upset.
Molly: I'll tell you what.
Why don't you bring everything ned ordered plus four bottles of wine.
Then if our little tum-tums get upset, we'll be too bombed to notice.
Gopher: How was dinner?
Murphy: Oh, it wasn't bad.
Isaac: Well, it wasn't supposed to be.
Murphy: I knew I ate too early.
Issac: Good evening, sir.
Gopher: Oh, sir, don't forget, you're supposed to have a cocktail with Mrs.
Wickham at carnival night tonight.
Captain: Oh.
Cancel for me, will you please?
Gopher: Yes, sir.
Ship's business?
Captain: Yes...I'll be having my palm read.
Rowena: They'll...they'll wear themselves out.
Francis: They seem to be bent on defying us...
Ordering champagne...
It's really unfair.
Who do they think is going to take care of them when all this carousing has taken its toll?
Hm?
Rowena: You and I.
Who else?
Francis: It's how I've spent my life.
Rowena: Me, too.
It's really why I never married.
Francis: I'm glad we met.
Even though it has to be under trying circumstances.
Rowena: I must say I feel the same about you.
Francis: Thank you.
We should try and keep our wits about us...
Our parents may need us.
Rowena: The heck with our parents.
Let's have some more champagne.
Gopher: Of course, you know, life on a cruise ship isn't one big carnival.
No, sir.
There's a lot of...
Well, there's a lot of loneliness and a lot of...Lot of...
Will you excuse me for just a minute?
Thank you.....
Hi.
How's it going?
Sylvia: Fine.
Gopher: Great.
Sylvia: Lousy.
Gopher: Not great.
Sylvia: He hasn't shown up.
I thought for sure he'd find me here.
Gopher: Well, Sylvia, you know...You know it's like I said, maybe he's shy.
You should go looking for him.
Sylvia: Oh, I couldn't...
Gopher: ...Well, I got an idea.
We...we could go into the acapulco lounge and dance and maybe he'll cut in.
Sylvia: Okay...
But it's late.
Gopher: It is never too late for romance...
Here, you see that?
It's eight o'clock in the morning in Paris.
Murphy: Sit down.
You look a little nervous.
Captain: Well...
I'm really not sure why I came.
Murphy: Mmm...i am.
Give me your hand.
Captain: What for?
Murphy: Do you know another way to read palms?
Captain: Oh...
Right.
Murphy: Well, let's see now...
This is your love line...
No, this is...This is your life line...
This is your love line...
Oh, now wait a minute.
Is that right?
Wait a second.
Sometimes I don't which line is which.
So I look at this little chart.
Even Julia child has a cookery book.
Captain: Well, that's a phony way to do business.
Murphy: But I'm just a beginner.
Captain: You build false hopes.
Murphy: Just because I show people how to find love?
Listen, if a pirate shows you where the buried treasure is, and you don't dig for it, is that the pirate's fault?
Captain: I don't understand that at all.
Murphy: Neither do I, but it sounded good.
Come on let's start...
Oh, you're divorced.
Captain: That's right...
How did you know that?
Murphy: Julie told me.
Captain: You're nothing but a fake.
Doc: Ooh, I see a man...Sandy-colored hair...
Glasses...cute smile...
He's wearing a white suit.
It's...it's a uniform of some sort...You're gonna have a wonderful evening with dancing, champagne, moonlight.
And in the morning...Ooh, you'll feel like a new woman.
Blonde: If you don't mind, doctor, i'd like a second opinion.
Ned: Watch your step, son.
Francis: I don't have a stepson.
I don't even have a son.
Which is as it should be...Because I don't have a wife...
Which is a darn shame when you stop to think of it.
Rowena: A darn shame.
You'd make a wonderful husband...And father...Not necessarily in that order....
Look, let me do that.
Molly: It's open.
Rowena: You're welcome.
Ned: Let me help you, son.
Francis: I'm perfectly helpable of caping myself.
Rowena: Francis.
Francis, don't go to sleep.
We gotta...Work out the sleeping arrangements.
Besides we were only gonna see the folks to bed and then you were gonna take me out in the moonlight....Francis?
Molly: Ned, they're both snookered.
Ned: Yeah.
Let's pack.
Sylvia: I'll bet these roses were sent to the wrong table.
Gopher: I'm sure they weren't.
Doc: You'll probably find each other tomorrow.
Gopher: And even if you don't, there are still a lot of other guys on the ship.
Isaac: Right.
Why limit yourself?
Sylvia: Thanks, but you don't have to try and cheer me up.
Some people just aren't cut out for romance...Even on a cruise ship.
Captain: What are you doing?
Murphy: Oh, captain, you have a lovely boat, but you can't expect me to stay in a cabin where the
windows don't open.
Captain: Windows don't open on a ship.
Now you can't sleep here.
Murphy: Is there a rule against it?
Captain: It's highly irregular.
Murphy: Oh, captain.
Do I strike you as a highly regular person?....
Goodnight.
Captain: Murphy....i want to apologize.
I was very hard on you earlier tonight and...Well, I guess I was expecting something...
Murphy: You were expecting me to promise you romance.
And then...To make the promise come true.
Captain: Well...it was silly of me.
You never said you could do that.
Murphy: I never said I couldn't...Either.
Captain: Hm?
Murphy: The trouble with you, merrill stubing, is underneath
that well-starched white personality is this sloppy old romantic that's fighting to get out
and to make it worse, there's this rather attractive,
dizzy girl who's spent the better part of today trying to get you to notice her.
And if that weren't enough, here you are sitting alone with her under this dreamy starlit sky.
You're in trouble, pal.
Captain: Why do I have the feeling that you knew a long time ago that we'd be here together?
Murphy: Because you probably had the same feelings only you wouldn't admit it.
You see, that's the key difference in our lifestyles, captain.
Captain: I think I'm starting to...Believe that you can predict the future.
Murphy: Well...
I certainly know what's gonna happen in the next two seconds...
Say goodnight, merrill.
Captain: Goodnight, merrill.
Isaac: Sir?
Captain?
Captain: Hm?
Isaac: Sir?
Captain: Ahhh...
What time is it?
Isaac: Five-thirty, sir A.M.
Captain: Ohhh...
Isaac: You'll be needed on the bridge in twenty-five minutes.
We're coming into puerto vallarta.
Captain: I overslept.
I won't have time for breakfast.
Isaac: Breakfast is ready.
Fresh papaya, brioche with marmalade, crisp bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee.
Captain: That'll be all, Isaac.
Isaac: Yes, sir.
Murphy: Good morning.
Captain: Here's to you.
Murphy: Oh, and to you.
Rowena: Francis!
Wake up.
Francis: Go to sleep.
Rowena: Francis, we're in bed together.
Francis: Yeah.
It's kinda nice, isn't it?
We're what?!!
Rowena: Shh...
You'll wake our folks.
Our folks!
Francis: Darling, I bet you my boots they're still sound asleep.
They're gone!!
Rowena: Francis?
Did you call me darling?
Francis: Uh huh.
Ned: A bride should have a bouquet.
Molly: Oh, ned.
Looks like we gave the kids the slip.
Ned: What do you think they'll do when they find out?
Molly: Well, if it's left up to Francis, not much.
Ned: What do you mean?
Molly: Well, he's not what you call a man of action.
He...he's sort of wimp.
Ned: Molly, you're talkin' about my flesh and blood.
Molly: Well, while you were at it you shoulda thrown in some backbone.
Ned: People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw backbones.
Molly: Huh?
Ned: Well, look what you raised.
A finicky, dried-up daughter.
Molly: She is sweet and kind.
Everybody says she's a Saint.
Ned: Saint prune.
Molly: Are you intimating that I'm not much of a parent?
Ned: Well, it seems that's what you're saying to me.
Molly: I'm not saying anything to you.
Not anymore.
Francis: Dad, thank goodness.
Rowena: Mother, are you okay?
Molly: You were right.
I was crazy to think about runnin' away with this...This...Old flower.
Rowena: There...there...
Francis: Now dad, what did I tell you?
Ned: I know.
Your father is a silly old fool.
Francis: No, you're not silly and you are not a fool.
Ned: I guess that just leaves old.
Julie: I never would have believed it.
Gopher: You mean that the captain and Murphy spent the whole night together on the lido deck?
Isaac: You got it.
Doc: Kids sure do crazy things when they're in love, don't they?
Sylvia: Gopher...
You were right.
All of you.
Gopher: Well, of course we were right...
Uh, what?
Sylvia: Well, last night when you dropped me off at my cabin...
I walked into my room and it was filled with roses.
Everywhere I looked.
Roses, roses, roses.
Gopher: Great.
Sylvia: Well, if I get that many flowers at my funeral, I'll be the happiest girl in the world.
I'm so glad I listened to you.
This is the best vacation a girl could take.
I'm going back to my cabin and wait for my secret admirer.
Julie: Uh, Sylvia, don't you think that he'll probably be looking for you on the lido deck?
Sylvia: I wasted all yesterday there.
He probably didn't want to approach me with all those other people around.
So I better go.
Julie: Now you've really done it.
Isaac: Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Julie: The first time it was sweet.
But this time it's just cruel.
Doc: Maybe there are no roses.
Maybe, she just made that up as an excuse to stay in her cabin.
You know how depressed she was last night.
Gopher: Oh...
Poor kid, she's making them up...
And it's all my fault.
Rowena: There it is.
Now, mother, I know we're on a boat, but believe me, he's a real doctor.
Doc: Yes?
Hi, come on in.
Rowena: Oh, Dr. Bricker, could you see my mother?
She isn't feeling very well.
Doc: Well, of course.
What seems to be the problem?
Molly: Oh, I just don't feel up to par.
Guess I'm not the girl I used to be.
Doc: Well, you're the prettiest patient I've had all day.
Molly: Must have had a slow day.
Doc: I'll examine your mother.
Come back in about half hour?
Rowena: Okay.
I'll see you later, mom.
Doc: Now, this won't hurt a bit.
Francis: Rowena, are you all right?
Rowena: Oh, i'm...I'm fine.
Mother isn't feeling well.
Where's your dad?
Francis: Resting in the cabin.
His arthritis...
Acting up on him.
Rowena: Oh, I'm sorry.
It's an awfully good thing we came on this trip.
Francis: Yeah.
Murphy: Hello young lovers...Wherever you are...I hope your troubles...
Captain: Why are you smiling?
Murphy: This could be our theme song.
Captain: Let's get out of here.
Murphy: What's wrong?
Captain: Too many grownups.
Francis: Champagne, please.
Isaac: Yes, sir.
You know, when you two first came on board, I did not think that you were the fun loving type.
Rowena: Fooled you, didn't we?
Isaac: You sure did.
You know, you're just like your folks.
I mean, full of the joy of being alive...
Say, where are they?
I haven't seen them all day.
Rowena: Francis, what have we done?
Francis: I don't know.
But we did the wrong thing.
Sylvia: I really should be getting back to my cabin.
Doc: After just one dance?
Never.
Gopher: Think she's having a good time?
Julie: Oh, it's better than moping around alone in your cabin.
Gopher: Yeah.
Sylvia: I'm sorry...I really want to go back to my cabin.
He'll be looking for me.
Gopher: Uh-oh...
Hey, dance?
Well, I'd love to.
Sylvia: Gopher...why won't anyone let me go back to my cabin?
I mean all day long...
Shuffleboard, badminton, bingo.
Don't you want me to find my secret admirer?
Gopher: Ah, Sylvia...
You know, I wanted you to have a real great time on this cruise.
Sylvia: I know.
But if you'll let me go back to my cabin...
Gopher: You came aboard because I told you what a romantic place this ship was...
But I thought you needed a little bit of help finding the romance.
Sylvia: Oh, what are you talking about?
Gopher: I guess I figured that if you thought that someone was looking for you,
you'd have enough confidence to mingle and you'd really find someone...
So I sent the roses...
Sylvia, I'm sorry.
Sylvia: No, no, that's okay.
I knew it was too good to be true.
I...people like me don't get roses.
I'm sorry I was so much trouble.
Rowena: Are you ready?....
Okay, everybody.
Up and at 'em!
Molly: What is it, Rowena?
Is something wrong?
Francis: That's just it.
There is nothing wrong with either one of you.
Rowena and I are sick of playing nursemaid.
Molly: But...
Rowena: No buts.
We think it's time we got a chance to live our own lives.
And we won't have the money to send you back to sunnydale retirement villa.
Francis: We are going back to dance.
If you wish...
To sit here and listen to your arteries harden, that's your affair.
Molly: Spunky little twerp, that Francis.
He's more like you than I thought.
Ned: I think he's stuck on Rowena.
And I can see why.
I've always felt that way about her mother.
Molly: Oh, ned!
Murphy: Hi.
Captain: Hello.
Sylvia: Hi.
Murphy: Oh, you look as if you could use a palm reading.
Sylvia: No, I don't...I don't think so.
I already know my past and there's nothing special about my future.
Murphy: Oh, well why don't you let me be the judge of that?
Come on.
What have you got to lose?....
Now, let me see...I...I see a man.
I do see a man...
A man with roses.
Sylvia: Gopher told you to say that.
Murphy: No, I did.
Really.
Monroe: Hello.
I'm Monroe munvies.
Sylvia: Oh...I'm Sylvia carblonka.
Monroe: I know.
You're very popular.
It's hard to find you alone.
Sylvia: Me?
Monroe: Yeah.
Did you like the roses?
Sylvia: Oh, gopher told you, too.
Monroe: I sent them.
Sylvia: He said he did.
Monroe: He's a liar...
Well, maybe he sent the two little ones at dinner.
But all the other ones in your cabin were from me.
Sylvia: Really?...
Why didn't you tell me?
Monroe: Well, I'm not very good at approaching girls...Especially pretty ones.
Besides, you're always with that gopher guy.
Sylvia: Oh...he's just a friend from home...
Like a brother.
Monroe: Really?...
Well, he seems very nice...
Um...if you like...I think we could dance...
I mean, that is, if you want to...If you'd like.
Sylvia: Yeah, I'd like that very much...
How about here in the moonlight?
Monroe: Oh, that'll be fantastic.
Oh, I mean...Sure...
Um, I think it's only fair to tell you...I'm kinda short.
Sylvia: You're ten feet tall.
Captain: Come on.
Stand up.
I want to show you something.
Now close your eyes.
Murphy: What for?
Captain: Just close those green eyes.
Come on...
Keep 'em closed now.
I'm watching you...
I gotta big surprise...
Gonna make you happy...
Okay.
Open.
Murphy: Oh, merrill.
Captain: I bought it hoping it would make me feel young again...That was before I met you.
Murphy: Oh, would you throw it overboard?
Captain: Aye...
Hair today, gone tomorrow.
Murphy: Oh, I'm having such fun.
Captain: It doesn't have to end, you know.
You could stay on the ship for a while as the entertainment...
Or...maybe you can get a job in the gift shop...I could arrange it.
We could be together.
Murphy: Merrill...
Captain: I...
Murphy: I love you, too...
It's just that i'm...I'm better at romance than I am relationships.
Captain: I don't understand.
Murphy: Tonight you're the most important thing in my life.
But next week, well...Who knows?
Commitment just isn't one of my long suits.
I'm sorry.
Captain: I am....I'm sorry, too.
But I certainly understand your reluctance to become involved with someone who's so much more...So much more mature.
Murphy: I knew it.
Oh, merrill...You are a fuddy-duddy.....I love you because you're you.
Is that so difficult for you to accept?
Captain: It's just highly irregular.
Murphy: Highly irregular...I know...
Well, that's it then, isn't it?
You're much too steady...For me and I'm much too busy for you.
So let's call the whole thing quits before we hurt each other.
Captain: Do you mean that?
Murphy: Well, of course I mean it.
I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it.
Would I?
Captain: I don't know...
Look, can't we...Reconsider this?
Murphy: Oh, merrill, you are a fuddy-duddy.
Goodnight.
Doc: Remember my Princess special.
Two blood tests for the price of one.
Isaac: It's going to be a double wedding?
Rowena: That's right.
Ned: But separate honeymoons...
He snores too loud.
Ad lib: (Good-byes)
Julie: Hey what's the rush?
And where's the captain?
Murphy: Oh, it turned into such a mess.
Julie: Oh, I'm sorry for both of you.
Murphy: Please give this to merrill.
Julie: Sure...sure.
Bye bye.
Murphy: Bye, darling.
Julie: And I'm sorry.
Sylvia: Oh, thank you, gopher...
Thanks so much for everything.
Monroe: You can say that again.
Sylvia: Oh, this cruise is everything you said it would be.
Gopher: Have I ever lied to you?
Monroe: Thank you.
Julie: Ah, captain?
Captain: Yes?
Julie: Ah...murphy left this for you and...I'm sorry.
Murphy (v.O.): "Dear merrill...I'm sorry it had to end this way.
I know I'm a coward running off like this, but saying goodbye is also not one of my long suits.
I had a wonderful time.
I do love you.
Murphy."
Murphy: Well, I certainly blew this exit, didn't I?
Here I write this touching goodbye letter, and then I don't even leave.
Captain: How come?
Murphy: I don't know.
I was all set to go and then I...I started thinking about that job you mentioned in the gift shop...
Well, maybe I could get to like it.
Captain: You'd hate it.
Murphy: But...
Captain: You know you would...I know it too...
Now...i love you, Murphy....Enough to let you go...
So you better beat it before I lose my nerve.
Murphy: You're the captain...
Well, I'm going now.
You certainly do have a...Heck of a long love line.
Captain: Maybe we can say goodbye better over breakfast.
Murphy: Yeah or lunch or...Maybe even dinner.
Captain: I have a week off.
Murphy: Well, that ought to give us time.