Signor Ferrante?

Where's Ferrante?

Well, Mr. Ferrante!

Mr. Ferrante? Telegram.

Excuse me, Mr. Ferrante.

Hello. Yes, this is Ferrante.

Did you find Ferrante irresistible?

Here comes my friend Ferrante now.

No, no. The old Ferrante is dead.

Mr. Ferrante, would you autograph this picture, please?

I can't wait to see that Nickie Ferrante.

Thank you, Mr. Ferrante. Don't think it hasn't been absolute...

Lois Clarke and Nickie Ferrante were about to come on.

Signor Ferrante? I have a telephone call for you from Paris.

Thank you so much, Miss Clarke, and you too, Mr. Ferrante.

The old Ferrante is dead and the new Rossi is starving.

Really! Don't you think you're being rude? I haven't seen Mr. Ferrante...

I forgot Ferrante was on the same boat with you, wasn't he?

You're a little late, Mr. Ferrante, and we've gotta go on the air.

Well, tell me, Mr. Ferrante, is this your first experience with connubial bliss?

Nickie Ferrante sails tonight to enter into matrimony with one of America's industrial nobility.

I beg pardon, Signor Ferrante. Shall I reserve this table for you every night?

It was a pleasure. If you don't mind, Mr. Ferrante will see me home.

Mr. Ferrante, I'd like to have you meet my sister, Miss Hathaway, and my wife...

Mr. Ferrante is sailing today from Europe, and Miss Lois Clarke will be waiting for him in New York

Competition for pretty girls will definitely be easier now that Nickie Ferrante, the big dame hunter, is going out of circulation.

In just a moment, we'll meet Miss Clarke and her fiancé, Mr. Nickie Ferrante, and talk to them about their wonderful romance, which has gotten headlines in papers all over the country, a romance which has captured the imagination of the whole world.