1×08 “Treasure Hunt/Beauty Contest”
A man, his wife, and his business partner want to find buried treasure, but the man thinks his wife and partner are having an affair.
Marcia wants to be a beauty queen like her mother so her father will love her.
Tattoo: I give up. How can I ever balance the books?
Ohhh shit, is that Tattoo’s job? Is he Fantasy Island’s accountant? Oh my god, that makes so much sense. That’s why he doesn’t know what the guests fantasies are.
Roarke: Well, everyone knows that he who works in a candy store has no desire for sweets.
Tattoo: I suppose that’s Hemingway?
Roarke: No. That, Tattoo, is Roarke.
Tattoo: She’s a very pretty girl to have been locked away in school all those years.
Yyyyuh.
Tattoo: How can we help her to follow in her mother’s footsteps?
Roarke: Well, I know you’re going to hate this, Tattoo, but tomorrow we begin staging the first annual Miss Fantasy Island beauty pageant.
Tattoo: You mean the contest is fixed?
Roarke: I like the word “pre-determined”.
Tattoo: Fixed!
Roarke: Well, it’s her fantasy, Tattoo. Ah, cheer up. Cheer up. Maybe you can console one of the losers.
I swear I’ve GIFed and transcribed half of this episode already. Fantasy Island is way better show than I thought I was.
Elaine Benson: She’s won so many contests, they call her Miss Everything.
Announcer: Of course, all of these girls are beautiful–everything a girl should be.
So these guys are looking for treasure worth five million dollars. Why doesn’t everyone just tack on to their fantasy “oh yeah, and I also find five million dollars”, then whatever they have to pay for the fantasy is basically nullified.
Oh man, another Muncie reference. I just watched Close Encounters recently, and it partially took place in Muncie, and there was another later Fantasy Island episode that referenced Muncie, and then of course the Muncie thing in The Hudsucker Proxy. What is with Muncie?!
The episode summary that shows over the video when it’s paused kind of ruined who it is that’s trying to murder who, although it didn’t explain the motive. I guess he thinks his wife is having affair with the other guy. I don’t really blame him for thinking that, because they are all over each other, but I don’t think they’re actually having an affair, because the wife said something about her phone being disconnected that one night, and her husband didn’t believe her, but the partner didn’t seem to know anything about it either.
Oh man, they got a hot air balloon for a throwaway mid-episode single-scene fantasy. That’s awesome.
Pffft at the wife falling out of the boat when she tried to shoot the alligator.
Marcia is wearing overalls, and she has a red bandana wrapped around her neck. Who put her in that outfit, omg.
I’m confused. Why did her father not want her in the contest in the first place? And why has he now changed his mind?
Okay, wait, wait. It looked like Roarke and Tattoo were waiting for the treasure hunters to run into them, but no, they actually drove the jeep out to the middle of nowhere so they could just casually lean against the jeep and sip their cocktails and watch the treasure hunters from afar.
Oh shoot, that’s Bronson Canyon, right? There was a recent previous episode that I thought was also filmed there, but I wasn’t sure, but now I’m thinking it probably was too.
The treasure chest was just sitting out in the open with three big rocks on top of it to hide it.
I remember seeing the end of Marcia’s fantasy on TV, so I knew she didn’t win the contest. I guess at the time, that seemed kind of sad, like she didn’t get her fantasy. But now, having heard the girl who did win talking about what it would mean to her to win, it doesn’t seem like a sad ending at all, because Marcia didn’t really even want to win the contest, she just wanted her dad.
Tattoo: She’ll probably ask for her money back.
Roarke: It seems to me that today on Fantasy Island, more than one fantasy has had a happy ending.
Tattoo: Thank god.
Roarke: [looks up] Indeed.
I think this could be the first time they’ve actually said “god”; previously, I think they just sorta motioned up or down when talking about god or the devil.