hell is everybody? This was supposed to be
our big opening night. I'll tell you what
the problem is. Every successful restaurant
has a hook or a gimmick. That's what we're lacking.
(GASPING) No, we're not. Frank, you're the hook! That's right. We just need to make you
the face of the restaurant. Well, it may be the five
loaves of garlic bread I ate this morning talking, but
I think that's a swell idea.
(SINGING) You love the
meal, the fancy feel, the showbiz stories
while you eat your veal. It's family dining
with a mobster feel at Frank
Sinatra's Restaurant. Junior. (SINGING) The wine is red with
lots of bread, and portions, uh, bigger than
the horse's head.
(SINGING) You'll burp up
sausages tonight in bed. At Frank Sinatra's Restaurant. (SINGING) Here's a
toast to our host. The food's not great, but drink
enough and you won't know.
The guests will soon,
and Frank will croon-- --a bee-bop,
doobie-dop Italian tune. You'll dine like royalty at
Frank Sinatra's Restaurant. We got big plans
to please our fans. Our cocktail waitress
has enormous cans.
A men's room servant
who will dry your hands at Frank Sinatra's Restaurant. Our pizza pies
could win a prize. The jukebox catalog
is double size. It plays both Capital
and yes, Reprise.
That's re-preeze. At Frank Sinatra's Restaurant. Gorgeous views. And top-shelf booze.
Yes, we serve Jews. Um, that was never an issue. So raise your glass. We'll have a gas.
A seating's limited
so move your ass and plant it firmly here at
Frank Sinatra's Restaurant. Frank's Restaurant. Frank's Rest- aur- ant. [Applause].
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