Club Paradise Page #3

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.

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