Fritzy: How's the dog?
Angelo: The dog, I told Stevie to tell ya, the family loves 'em. I seen the kids the other day, the little baby and everything. And I say, "How's the dog?"
Fritzy: Yeah?
Angelo: Nobody, the baby feeds it, an infant eight months old...
Fritzy: Yeah, they could...
Angelo: Forget about it.
Fritzy: Ya know somethin'? I brought that dog here 'cause I would grab the snout, ya know?
Angelo: The mannerism, everything. Exactly what you said...
Fritzy: What'd I tell ya?
Angelo: ...came true. Forget about it...
Fritzy: What'd I tell ya?
Angelo: ...so happy. She says, "Thank you so much..."
Fritzy: I says, "That dog is such a beautiful dog."
Angelo: Freddie, you wanna know the gospel truth?
Fritzy: What?
Angelo: I told Angelo, the kid that works up there. His name is Angelo, too.
Fritzy: Yeah.
Angelo: I says, "Ang, if your mother don't want 'em..."
Fritzy: Yeah.
Angelo: "...we're gonna keep him."
Fritzy: Yeah.
Angelo: "We'll work somethin' out. We'll find out somethin'. If I gotta keep him in the pizza joint, someplace."
Fritzy: Right.
Angelo: Or even, ya know, because we couldn't the pit, the bull with him together.
Fritzy: Yeah. Right, right.
Angelo: ...the bull. Because the bulldog is a jealous bastard.
Fritzy: Right.
Angelo: He's a real slob, too.
Fritzy: Uh-huh. Yeah, huh?
Angelo: Ooo-uh. He lays farts and everything.
Fritzy: No kiddin'?
Angelo: Clin East, Clin, Clint Eastwood. He wants to jerk off all day.
Fritzy: He's a [In Italian, a pig.] He's a...
Angelo: Yeah. Yeah. He looks at you with them big fuckin' eyes, [UI] his tongue is hangin' out. So I says, "Arnie, go and get 'em a fuckin' dog and get him laid."
Fritzy: Yeah.
Angelo: What the fuck are we? Fucks?
Fritzy: Well, once he tastes it, he, he's gonna jump fences on ya.
Angelo: Forget about it.
Fritzy: You don't care, you don't care.
Angelo: [UI] wanna [UI] get him laid. In, in the house I seen him the other day, I heard noise like on the rug, like, ya know, they rub their ass and their balls on the...
Fritzy: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Angelo: ...how they jerk off.
Fritzy: Yeah.
Angelo: I gave 'em a fuckin' sock. He went like this, "Rrrrr."
Fritzy: Yeah, huh?
Angelo: [UI]
Fritzy: Oh. Marone a mi.
Angelo: It was funny, Freddie. When you come, you'll see him. He's a beautiful dog.
Fritzy: Yeah, I guess so. I guess so.
Angelo: [UI] I'll make the girl bring...
Fritzy: How's Marie?
Angelo: Marie is fine.
Fritzy: Give her my love. Tell her I was askin' for her.
Angelo: I will. I always do. She asked for you about two weeks ago.
Fritzy: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Angelo: How's everything with you? Carol, everything?
Fritzy: Yeah. Fine.
Angelo: Yeah.
Fritzy: A little better, ya know.
Angelo: Good, good.
Fritzy: Hey.
Angelo: Well, ya gotta, ya know.
Fritzy: A coupla humps, everything's alright. You know how it is.
Angelo: Oh, yeah.
Fritzy: They cool right off. As soon as ya, ya, you give 'em a little hug and a kiss.
Angelo: Well, they want that affection.
Fritzy: Yeah, alright. But if they want...
Angelo: You know what I...
Fritzy: How can you give them, uh, love and affection if they fuckin' wanna kill ya and stab ya for, for, for four weeks? Then finally they put the knife down. Then you get near them.
Angelo: Vincent is no angel, too. He was just talkin' to his wife for two weeks.
Fritzy: Yeah. Ah, well.
Angelo: "Hey," he says, "I only threw her down one flight."
Fritzy: Oh. Is that what...
Angelo: He says, "Two flights..."
Fritzy: Marone. He threw her down one flight.
Angelo: No, he says it was about four, five steps. The first landing.
Fritzy: Marone. So two weeks he wasn't talkin' to her.
Angelo: Two weeks he wasn't. She wanted to stab him. I says [UI]
Fritzy: That's right, that's right. Remember [In Italian, dear departed soul] Fat Dom? Remember the time I bought the things, the, uh, the shields?
Angelo: Right.
Fritzy: And Frankie says, "Ooh, I'll put 'em up the house and all that." Remember? I says, "You know, I used to wear these things when I used to go to bed at night." I used to tell Frankie. "Yeah?" "Sure. Carol was dangerous then." That was when my old girlfriend, Mary. I wish I had them back, them fuckin' shields. I'll put them on, right?
Angelo: Oh, God.
Fritzy: Eh?