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EPISODE 33 Fritzy's gift of a pooch to the family of Genovese associate Angelo D'Acunto sparks a discussion of women and dogs. They both bring beauty and joy into the world. And if they're mad, a little bit of lovin' always manages to tame them. But since any self-respecting wiseguy would never throw Spot down a flight of stairs, the canine likely takes precedent over the feline. (2:58)
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FRITZY: Federico "Fritzy" Giovanelli 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. | | ||
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