looks like a great beach.
You know, with a bit of paint
and some new shutters...
somebody could really make
something out of that. Don't you think?
Yeah. With some gasoline
and a few matches...
I could turn it
into really good insurance fire.
Don't you have any ambition? Surely,
you must want something out of life.
- Yeah.
- Get off.
Cleveland, get your thumb out of my soup.
What am I paying you for?
Go change the gloves, will you?
I told him a million times.
And this noise.
Is this guy any good or what?
- Oh, yes. He's real good.
- He's real loud.
Ernest! Great. Stop. Have I heard enough.
Come on down and we'll talk.
But you guys are good, very good.
- Thank you.
- Very hip. Too hip.
You can't be too hip, Mr. Zerbe.
For the crowd I get here, they want
to hear Yellow Bird In a Banana Tree. 
I could get two guys playing garbage cans,
and they'd be happy. They'd smile.
But you guys... I don't know.
You're too political.
I got more songs, you know.
Ernest, I know this business...
and a guy who just paid
$32 for a bad Veal Oscar...
doesn't want to know the band is angry.
But you keep playing at your own club.
- How's it going over there?
- They're trying to take my hotel.
Ernest, that is not a hotel. This is a hotel.
What you've got over there
is a nice beach with a few rooms...
that Marlin Perkins
would be afraid to go in.
You know, if you were smart, you'd sell
that place to me and get out of here.
Sure, you kidding? A guy like you
in New York with money in his pocket?
Oh, forget it. Take my advice, sell it.
I'll say this for you, Mr. Zerbe.
You've got style. But it's not for me.
- Think it over. I gotta go. So good luck.
- See you around.
- So this is my room.
- Very nice.
This is still my room. And this...
is the guest bedroom.
It's for rent, you know.
Inexpensive, very cheap. In fact, free.
Tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna pay you.
No, thanks. If I wanted to be kept,
I'd pick someone with better prospects.
For your information, you are looking
at a future partner in Club Paradise.
I can't believe it. I thought you were...
completely stuck
in your premature retirement fantasy.
Well, I've got lots of fantasies.
You and your socks.
Me running a club in the tropics.
People winging in from all over the world.
Toilets backing up, guests complaining,
checks bouncing.
This is the Third World, Jack.
It's not that easy.
That's always bothered me
about the Third World.
I could never figure out
where the other two worlds were.
Come on, Philadelphia, stay here.
Have a decent job.
Work for me. I might even pay you.
Yeah, but Toby and the others
are sailing on to Martinique on Saturday.
I'm meant to be going with them.
Darling, darling, darling. Forget Toby.
The man has the warmth of a snow pea.
Come on, you can live here...
and you can leave whenever you wish.
And you won't even
have to make love to me.
- But you'll want to.
- Oh, really?
Maybe not right away.
Oh, I don't know, Jack.
It might be fun for a while...
No. Fun is not even the word for it.
We are talking major life experience.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
- No, no, no.
I'm talking major passion.
I'm overwhelmed.
I'm talking time and a half for overtime...
plus medical, dental...
Well, why didn't you say so?
- Randy, I think this is the place.
- Okay.
- That's it?
- Yeah. Isn't that where you wanna go?
And look at this. Look at that buffet.
Hot buffet. I say, let's go.
- All right, we're going.
- Okay.
So my uncle and I
are going down to the islands...
for a couple of weeks.
You want to come with us?
I just got this brochure on my desk...
about a place called Saint Nicholas.
You ever heard of it?
Do you know where it is?
"ln the ocean somewhere." Right.
Oh, God! Could we go there?
Girls!
Get back to work!
This is exciting. I love small planes.
Honey, can you just ask him
how much longer we'll be circling?
Honey, this is the man's