Frankie Fane: You know, I think you go a little soft in the gourd early in the morning.
Sophie Cantaro: [angrily] Look at me when you talk to me! I'm not some sort of garbage pail you can slap a lid on and walk away!

Kay Bergdahl: Do you know what I do, Hymie? I count nights. I found a Freudian substitute for counting sheep. I count empty nights.

Kay Bergdahl: Hymie, deep thinker, explain to me the ethical structure of the universe.

Kay Bergdahl: If a woman doesn't treasure herself, how can a man treasure her?
Frankie Fane: You make my head hurt with all that poetry.
Kay Bergdahl: [laughs] I think you try awfully hard not to understand people.

Kay Bergdahl: You're wasting your time. I'm not the kind of woman who uses sex as a release or, or even as a weapon.
Frankie Fane: You always talk like that?
Kay Bergdahl: I try.
Frankie Fane: Then do me a favor, will ya, try droppin' it with me, I'm not that smart. You free thinkers confuse me.
Kay Bergdahl: Let me put it this way. I think I have more to offer than just my body.
Frankie Fane: [mocking] Now I understand.
Kay Bergdahl: I am the end result of everything I've ever learned, all I ever hope to be, and all the experiences I've ever had.
Frankie Fane: How many experiences have you had?
Kay Bergdahl: None. But when the right time comes I'll be special for some man. So it's worth waiting for.

Kay: Sometimes I get the feeling, Frankie, you ought to be chained up with a ring in your nose.

Trina Yale: Sure, Barney never reveals his clients. If he did he'd be killing the goose that lays his golden rotten eggs.

Kenneth Regan: These are exhibitors' reports, they speak very clearly and very loudly. They say do not send any more Frank Fane product. Send *botulism* or *typhus*, don't send Fain.

[last lines]
Merle Oberon: And the winner is... Frank - *Sinatra*!
[the audience applauds; Frankie Fane, already standing, is crushed; Sinatra jogs up to the podium]
Frank Sinatra: Thank you. Thank you very much.