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EPISODE 36 Fritzy swears off cigars, hot peppers, and hard-to-pronounce French desserts. Instead, it's bland food, exercise, and a very scary stationary bicycle. The payoff? Mr. Giovanelli's looking more and more God-like every day. Oh, and Patsy, give a ring, will ya? (4:16)
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FRITZY: Federico "Fritzy" Giovanelli Fritzy: Angelo called me. Little Angelo. Frank: Yeah? Fritzy: Yeah. Frank: When? Today? Fritzy: Yeah. Frank: That's nice. Fritzy: Yeah, that was nice. He said, "Gee, I just..." "I'm alright," I says. "Ang, I'm comin' along fine." Frank: Uh-huh. Fritzy: The only thing... Frank: How 'bout Pasquale? Did he call ya? Fritzy: No, I didn't hear from Patsy. Frank: Never called ya? Fritzy: No. Frank: I don't know what's the matter with Pasquale. Fritzy: Why? He don't know, what's the difference? He... Frank: Huh? Fritzy: What's the difference? What's the... Frank: Alright, Freddie. I'll see ya then? Fritzy: I love ya. Frank: I love you, too. When will I see ya? Fritzy: Well, you won't see me until after Wednesday because I don't, uh, first of all, tomorrow I take the test and I don't know... Frank: Lots of luck with the test. Fritzy: Thank you, thank you. Frank: And Helen... Fritzy: Thank you, say a prayer. Thank you. Frank: (Speaking for Helen, his gal) Said she hopes she see ya soon. Fritzy: I will. She will. I'll take, we'll be goin' out. I'll be havin' my little dried fish and dried salad. You could be drinkin' all the champagne around me. Frank: I ain't drinkin'. Fritzy: You'll be tap dancin' and doin' everything and drinkin' the vodka and eatin' the steaks and the filet mignons and the hot peppers. And then the big cheesecakes and all the cakes and the flambe and all that there. Frank: I don't eat none... Fritzy: And I'm gonna be watchin' ya do all that, and I gotta be out with youse. The hell with youse, I ain't comin' out with ya. Frank: I don't eat all that shit. I don't eat that. The woman eat that. Last night I had veal chops and a salad. Fritzy: Yeah? Frank: That's all. Fritzy: Well, maybe Saturday, if I'm feelin' good, I'll have a car come over and pick youse up... Frank: Hmm. | | ||
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