Dolly Sinatra: [shouts] You get a good look around this country. People are starving, Mr Big Shot! Our neighbours and they can't feed the seven kids they've got, never mind a new one on the way. You know most people in this world today, they'll make seventy five dollars a week like you, Mr Big Shot! Most people don't make seventy five a month and if they did, they wouldn't quit!
[Marty walks in]
Frank Sinatra: Hi, Pop.
Marty Sinatra: I don't get it.
Frank Sinatra: Pop, I've learned a lot while I was on the road, but I'm a soloist.
Marty Sinatra: You couldn't be a soloist in a relief line. You're nothing but a quitter.
Frank Sinatra: Pop, I'm better than those bums. You don't know, you weren't there.
Marty Sinatra: Do you know what happens when cocky kids are in the ring? They go down. Down! Every time, down.
Frank Sinatra: Ma, I met a guy. Hank Sanicola, he's gonna manage me.
Dolly Sinatra: Your gonna kill us both if you don't straighten out.
Frank Sinatra: Ma, Pop's wrong. I'm not going down. I'm going up.
Frank Sinatra: Hey, that's Ava Gardner.
[After Frank has sung That Old Black Magic]
Ava Gardner: Surprise.
Frank Sinatra: Where's Howard?
Ava Gardner: Oh shut up. [While their walking]
Ava Gardner: Are you showing me off, Francis?
Frank Sinatra: Damn right. Give me a kiss.
Ava Gardner: No, everybody's looking.
Frank Sinatra: You know why?
Ava Gardner: No.
Frank Sinatra: Every cat in here, wants to be me and every chick wants to be you. [Kisses her on the cheek]
Ava Gardner: Goodbye, Francis.
Frank Sinatra: Ava, for God's sake, what are you doing?
Ava Gardner: [shouts] Don't you ever grab me like that again!
Frank Sinatra: All right, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Come on, your breaking my heart here.
Ava Gardner: Go home to your wife and kids. I'm not a home wrecker.
Frank Sinatra: Your not a home wrecker. It was over before New York.
Ava Gardner: Oh sure, does she know that?
Frank Sinatra: I never figured out how to tell her.
Ava Gardner: Take a lesson from me. Goodbye, Francis.
Frank Sinatra: Ava.
Ava Gardner: It's never going to work between us.
[during a new year's eve party, Nancy notices a heart shaped bracelet on Marilyn Maxwell's arm]
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: Marilyn, I couldn't help but notice your bracelet. Where did you get it?
Frank Sinatra: [nervously] Hey, come on. We're gonna miss the new year.
Marilyn Maxwell: [to Nancy] From an old dear friend.
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: Did Frank give that to you?
[Marilyn tries to say something, but nervously looks over at Frank]
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: [Angrily] I want you out of my house. Get out!
Bob Weitman: Okay, now lets cut through all the crap, boys. I'm still nervous about this. Frank, I think your a very talented singer but you got a soft voice. I can't see it coming up the Paramount.
George Evans: Don't worry about his voice filling up your Theatre, Bob. The girls will fill up your Theatre. [laughs]
Bob Weitman: I can't gamble on that.
Frank Sinatra: I filled the Masque, I can fill the Paramount.
Bob Weitman: The Masque is a small Theatre in Newark, we're talking about the Paramount.
Frank Sinatra: Exactly.
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: Maybe we should go away together. Just the two of us. No friends. No company. We'll send the kids to my parents house.
Frank Sinatra: Nance, I've got another picture.
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: Well, then when you come home at night we could spend our nights together.
Frank Sinatra: It shoots in New York.
Frank Sinatra: Nancy, don't you understand. It doesn't mean anything to me anymore. Nothing does.
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: Nothing?
Frank Sinatra: Except being with her.
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: [tearfully] You son of a bitch. You come in here and you cry on my shoulder about her?
Frank Sinatra: She's my whole life.
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: [shouts] You're my whole life! And you're children's!
Frank Sinatra: I have to let go.
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: I can't.
Frank Sinatra: Nancy, why do you want to hold on to me if I don't want to be here?
Nancy Barbato Sinatra: Because I love you. Frank, you've done this before and you've always come back.
Frank Sinatra: Nancy, for God's sake. This is different.