If you don't want to spend $120 to see South Pacific on Broadway, you can read my basic dialogue-based synopsis here.
Emile: Nellie, I have only known you two weeks, but I am in love with you.
Emile: I think that you should move here and have lots of kids with me.
Emile: By the way, I killed a guy once.
Nellie: I am not phased by that whatsoever.
Emile: So I'll see you later?
Mary: I'm an elderly overweight Asian stereotype.
Billis:I can work with that, I guess. I'm funny, and also the best characterin the entire show, but I get no respect or credit.
Cable: I haven't seen a girl in a long-ass time.
Billis: You should try that island over there. They have lots of underage French Polynesian girls.
Cable: Sounds good.
Mary: Yeah, I can totally hook you up. (Whispered.) With my daughter.
Nellie: So we're in love?
Emile: By the way, I have two kids. There they are.
Nellie: OK, cool. They're cute.
Emile: Their mother was Polynesian.
Nellie: WHOA. WHOA. What?!
Emile:You have a problem with that? Of all the things that I've told you, youhave a problem with THAT? You know I killed a guy once, right?
Nellie: Your ex was BROWN?! I can't deal with this.
Cable: I need to get laid.
Mary: Here's my underage daughter, Liat. Enjoy that for a while.
(Cable and Liat sleep together.)
Cable: I love you.
Liat: (In French.) I don't understand you. Yes. No. I love you. Yes. No.
Mary:You should marry Liat. Then you could stay here and have sex all thetime. Would you like that, random American officer? Fucking my daughterall the time?
Cable: Yeah, that'd be awesome, but I have malaria. Also, I'm a little racist. But here's your consolation prize " a watch.
Mary: Stingy bastard.
Emile: Love sucks.
Cable: Totally. I'm gonna sing a creepily-up-tempo song about how racism is integrated into our culture.
Emile: I'll just sing about how I love Nellie.
Cable: Now that we're done singing, wanna help the Americans win World War II?
Emile: Yeah, sure, I've got nothing else to do but take care of my two kids.
Cable: No, fuck that.
Emile: Here's some clues about where the Japanese are going.
Base: Cool, thanks.
Emile: By the way, Cable's dead. Oh, no, airplanes.
(The radio cuts out.)
Nellie: I hope Emile's OK.
Emile: Yeah, I totally am.
Nellie: Sweet. I'm not scared of your brown past anymore.
Emile: Sweet. So that's it?