Fritzy: Forget about it. She talks to me, "Are you and Gail, Gail and you...", like we're, like we're a couple. I mean, you know, I mean, like you wanna knock her in the fuckin' head when she talks, you know? "Well you and Gail and...Gail and you." Imagine this? Imagine this fuckin' woman.

Frank: Marone, huh?

Fritzy: Imagine this? I mean, instead of sayin', you know, "That other one," or something like that, "that fuckin' cunt," or this or whatever. "Gail and you. You and Gail." Like whatta, whatta we a pair I told her or somethin'? Alright?

Frank: [UI]

Fritzy: Alright? She fuckin' knows how to gnaw at you.

Frank: You still cookin'?

Fritzy: No, I quit.

Frank: You gave it up?

Fritzy: Yep. I fuckin' quit.

Frank: You were makin' 'em too strong.

Fritzy: Ah, fuck it. She's gotta come in, she's, oh, what fuckin' problems I had. I had a rib roast upstairs, right?

Frank: Yeah.

Fritzy: So I turn around, I figured she's gonna make it.

Frank: Uh-huh.

Fritzy: And, you know, with all of us. She turns a, hey, Buddy's comin' in here. He's bringin' me some stuff. Bring it in. See what he's got. And, uh, she goes, I says, "Why'd ya make the rib, the rib roast? Geez, I, you know, I woulda liked to, you know, why didn't tell me you were gonna make it." "Oh yeah, well I gotta tell you when I wanna eat?" Da this and that, whatnot, "Uh, the other one, how many ribs did you give her with the rib roast with the roast? Now you're gonna go bim, buh-bum, buh-bum." Imagine this? The roast. With two fuckin' words I said. Wait, the door's open. Wait, I gotta open up the door, just a minute...Hello?

Frank: Yeah, Freddie.

Fritzy: Alright, eh, go back to bed. I don't wanna, alright? Go back to sleep, pal.

Frank: No, that's alright.

Fritzy: I woke you up. I didn't know, I figured two o'clock you're up.

Frank: Helen was here.

Fritzy: Yeah?

Frank: She just left.

Fritzy: And?

Frank: She wanted me to get up. I says, "Get out. Leave me alone, huh."

Fritzy: No kiddin'? So in other words, she bothered you too.

Frank: She came...

Fritzy: Ah, it looks like everybody's botherin' you, Cal.

Frank: Nah, that's alright.

Fritzy: Yeah?

Frank: [UI] you. The nun called me up.

Fritzy: Yeah?

Frank: She was on her way to the, for the funeral.

Fritzy: Yeah.

Frank: She got stuck in traffic 'til 12 o'clock.

Fritzy: Whattya mean?

Frank: Comin' here, she got stuck.

Fritzy: Oh yeah?

Frank: Yeah. She says, I says, "Where are you at now?"

Fritzy: Yeah?

Frank: She says, "I'm on Pier 36."

Fritzy: What the hell's she doin' there?

Frank: Hustlin'.

Fritzy: Oh yeah? She goes with the can?

Frank: She goes there, they take her with the car and they hustle.

Fritzy: Oh yeah? Her and the other one, huh?

Frank: They beg. That's their order.

Fritzy: Oh, yeah?

Frank: That's how I met her, from the piers.

Fritzy: Oh. And they wind up with a, a, a C-note apiece, they made.

Frank: Oh, you shoulda heard 'em.

Fritzy: Wha?

Frank: She wants, uh, your name and address. I says, "No, send it to me, don't worry about it."

Fritzy: Marone, she wants a, 'cause she figures she's got a live wire here.

Frank: Nah, she's gonna send you something.

Fritzy: Yeah? Ah, well that was for your mother. I, I really, I...

Frank: You know how she is.

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