Sinatra’s idea of paradise is a place where there are plenty of women and no newspapermen. He doesn’t know it, but he’d be better off if it were the other way around.

The only good reason to have money is this: so that you can tell any SOB in the world to go to hell.

Rick: Here's looking at you, kid.

There never seems to be any trouble brewing around a bar until a woman puts that high heel over the brass rail. Don't ask me why, but somehow women at bars seem to create trouble among men.

A hot dog at the game beats roast beef at the Ritz.

(On Bette Davis) Even when I was carrying a gun, she scared the be-jesus out of me.

That's baseball, and it's my game. Y' know, you take your worries to the game, and you leave 'em there. You yell like crazy for your guys. It's good for your lungs, gives you a lift, and nobody calls the cops. Pretty girls, lots of 'em.