An egotistical saxophonist and a young singer meet on V-J Day and embark upon a strained and rocky romance, even as their careers begin a long, up-hill climb.

Jimmy: I guess a little small talks in order here now
Francine: Can it get any smaller?
Jimmy: Now look I can take a hint
Francine: Can you also take a walk
Jimmy: Do you want me to leave?
Francine: YES!
Jimmy: I'll leave right now
Francine: BYE
Jimmy: You expect me to leave after the way you just talked to me?
Francine: Will you go away
Jimmy: I don't want to, I want to stay here and annoy you.
Jimmy: Where is she?
Tony Harwell: Why should I tell you where she is if she doesn't tell you where she is in the letter?
Jimmy: Then why do you take the time to come out to Brooklyn to give me this letter if you don't think she cares enough about me to let me know where she is, or to let you know to let me know where she is? Doesn't that makes sense to you?
Tony Harwell: It should, but it don't.
Jimmy: Will you marry me? Will you marry me? I love you. Will you marry me? I don't want anybody else to be with you. I don't want anybody else. I want to be with you, do you understand? I don't want anybody else to be with you except me. I love you. I love you. Look at me. I love you.
Francine: Oh, I love you, too.
Jimmy: Let me ask you something. You got any other advice for me?
Tony Harwell: Yes. Stay off the junk, and you'll go far.
Jimmy: Fine. Thanks a lot. Swell of you to say that.
Jimmy: I know you from some place.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: You don't remember me?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: You don't remember we met a few years ago? It was at a party or a dance. We had a long conversation. You can't remember that?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: I just want to explain to you, first of all, my parents are over there, my mother and father, my brother and sister. So I got to see them because I just was two years in the service, you know, so they haven't see me. Now, I want to get your phone number so I can tell you tomorrow about what I was thinking about. There's something very, very important I've got to talk to you about.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: No what? No what?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: No?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: No, no, no. You don't understand. Give me your number. You got a pencil or something?
Francine: No.
Jimmy: All right. I have a photographic memory. Just give me your number, and I'll remember it.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: Yes.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: Yes.
Francine: No.
Jimmy: Can I meet you at Central Park? I'm serious.
Francine: I know. No.
Jimmy: I mean, come on. There's no way...
Francine: No!
Francine: What's the Theory of Relativity, that light is curved?
Jimmy: I don't know.
Francine: They say that only five people in the whole world, you know, know really what it's about.
Jimmy: Well, the Japs understand, from what I know.
Jimmy: You're an agent?
Tony Harwell: I reiterate, yes.
Jimmy: If I went down there, would you be my agent?
Tony Harwell: No.
Tony Harwell: Why not?
Tony Harwell: I ain't interested. I'm satisfied with the list of clients I got now.
Jimmy: You're makin' a mistake, but okay, you know.
Tony Harwell: I made a lot of mistakes. So I'll make another one. This one's on me.
Frankie Harte: Jay, will you please? It's slippery out there. We don't want to slide into town, we want to drive in.
Frankie Harte's Bus Driver: Leave me alone. I'm tryin' to take a nap.
Jimmy: Do I look like a gentleman to you in this shirt and these pants?
Francine: That was it! That was you proposal, get your coat on, put your shoes on, lets go, lets go, lets go, that was it!
Jimmy: Whats wrong with that?

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