Mike: So, uh, what exactly were you doing with Frank Sinatra?
Frankie: It was nothing... just kissing, teenage stuff. And it wasn't all physical. There was witty banter. He said, "I'm gonna take a steam." And I said, "Now"? We were funny together.
Mike: Yeah. You know he had writers. They all had writers. So, did all this stuff happen in our house?
Frankie: Ew! No! I would never take Frank Sinatra to our house. We were someplace nice. We were on a bearskin rug.
Mike: So, you were a cliché. I don't need to know any more. This whole thing is disturbing.
Frankie: Disturbing?