Aaron Sorkin and Frank Sinatra are stuck in Remote Lighthouse During a Storm and forced to have a deep conversation.

Aaron Sorkin: So, Francis, tell me, isn’t there something fundamentally theatrical about a lighthouse, this solitary beacon against the howling abyss, a symbol of hope in the face of overwhelming odds?

Frank Sinatra: (Takes a long drag of his cigarette) Hope's a racket, kid. This ain't no stage. It's just survival. And survival means knowing when to hold 'em, and when to fold 'em.

Aaron Sorkin: But the story! The narrative possibilities are endless! The keeper, the sea, the constant struggle...it practically writes itself!

Frank Sinatra: Stories are cheap. Life's about making your own damn story, not reading someone else's. And right now, my story is about getting a drink.

Aaron Sorkin: But isn’t there a certain…responsibility, a moral imperative, to illuminate the darkness, to guide others?

Frank Sinatra: Responsibility? Look around, kid. Nobody's responsible for nobody but themselves. You think those waves care about your morals?

Aaron Sorkin: But art...music...isn't it a reflection of our shared humanity, a way to connect even in isolation?

Frank Sinatra: Music's a way to get a broad, kid. Humanity's overrated. Give me a stiff drink and a dame who knows how to listen, that's all the connection I need.

Aaron Sorkin: So you're saying there's no deeper meaning, no inherent good? Just…the pursuit of personal gratification?

Frank Sinatra: (Eyes the storm raging outside) Maybe the only inherent good is making it to tomorrow. Now, where's the damn whiskey?