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.
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 Mosque. I can fill the Paramount.
Bob Weitman: The Mosque is a small Theatre in Newark, we're talking about the Paramount.
Frank Sinatra: Exactly.
[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 to Marilyn] I want you out of my house. Get out!
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.
[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.
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.
Dad had no interest in writing a memoir: "What good would that do?" he'd say. "My life and music are the whole of me." Of course, he was right. Film was the only way to go. His music transcends time and intensifies what the screenplay reveals in words. Enjoy.