Just heard somebody say I had a big ego. Babe, I was carrying the room, the band, and the lighting budget. by Frank Sinatra

You also carried your grudges like they were luggage, Frank.

That’s not a grudge, that’s a long memory with great taste.

And yet somehow I’m the only one invited back. Curious.

I’m just here for the free drink and to watch Frank lose an argument to punctuation.

He can win any argument if he starts singing over you.