Fritzy: ...and take youse out for a nice quiet little place to take Carol out and the two of youse.

Frank: Saturday?

Fritzy: Maybe, if I feel alright. Don't, ya know.

Frank: You'll be alright.

Fritzy: I'm, I know, but I'm just sayin' if I feel up to goin' to [UI].

Frank: Ya gotta take care of yourself. That's all.

Fritzy: You know, pal.

Frank: No salt, no...

Fritzy: No salt, I, you're right with the hot peppers. I agree with you now.

Frank: Marone, she was mad, Carol.

Fritzy: Yeah.

Frank: She told me...

Fritzy: Yeah.

Frank: She said, "Don't tell 'em I told ya."

Fritzy: Yeah.

Frank: "I tell ya, if I tell 'em, he knows you told me."

Fritzy: Yeah, but ya wanna know somethin'? But ya know somethin'?

Frank: Wha?

Fritzy: [UI] I went in the garbage and got the whole bushel out. She threw the whole bushel out. I was cursin', "What'd you throw?"

Frank: She said, "Frankie, he's crazy. He's eatin' hot peppers."

Fritzy: Yeah.

Frank: How the hell could you go to hot peppers? I, since I got my diverticulitis, I don't even use hot pepper no more. Alright?

Fritzy: I, I gave it up, too.

Frank: I love them.

Fritzy: I gave it up.

Frank: And ya gotta give up cigars.

Fritzy: I don't smoke no more cigars.

Frank: Give them up, that's [UI].

Fritzy: They're gone.

Frank: That's it.

Fritzy: It's over with.

Frank: Forget about the cigars and the hot peppers.

Fritzy: I did it already.

Frank: How's the weight comin' off, huh?

Fritzy: Yeah, marone. An Adonis.

Frank: How many pounds now?

Fritzy: An Adonis you're lookin' at.

Frank: How many pounds?

Fritzy: Fourteen.

Frank: He took off 14.

Helen: Alright. So that's good. It's a start.

Frank: He's 210.

Helen: Alright, so he'll lose another ten pounds.

Frank: Whattya, 210?

Fritzy: Now? Come on in Buddy. I'm 203.

Frank: He's my weight now.

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