Fantasy Island

Mr. Roarke:
Now it's time for my fantasy!

Mr. Roarke:
Mr. Barnes likes to flirt with death, but death is looking for a more permanent relationship.

Roarke:
If we get another depressed yuppie stockbroker on this island, I won't be held accountable for my actions.

Harry:
You're accountable to someone?

Roarke:
Figure of speech.

Ariel:
Voyeurism is so... unsatisfying.

Brenda:
[after the transformation] What did you do to me? I'm a...

Ariel:
A woman. I think I'll call you Brenda.

Sybil Hammond:
How many men have you slept with?

Ariel:
[lets a handful of sand drift through her fingers] About a handful.