Frank: Me?

Fritzy: Yeah.

Frank: Why?

Fritzy: She says, "'Cause you told Frankie." I says, "What the, what the fuck you after him? What are you after him for?" "That's alright."

Frank: What'd she say?

Fritzy: ' Cause she heard me talkin' to you.

Frank: Yeah.

Fritzy: Remember that day when I was goin' "Ah-ha, ah-ha"? She's this, this, and that. What do you think she done? She tapped the phone, la la. Meantime, "Oh yeah? Well you tell Frank everything. He must be callin' me all kinda names. Wait'll I tell him my fuckin' side. Wait'll I tell them. You told him? I'm gonna go tell the other guy, the other guy my fuckin' side of the story. What 'til I tell him how you fuckin' mistreat me, how you this, how you that, ba-bing, ba-boom, ba-boom" What a fuckin' song and a dance I hadda fuckin' hear. "Wait, you wanna tell Frankie all the bullshit I, what I, wait'll I tell him what the fuck you do. And dis and dis and dat and what not and all the things. Yeah, you goin' with an ex-junkie, you're goin' with this..."

Frank: An ex-junkie?

Fritzy: She called her a junkie. She went with a guy who used to take the fuckin', used to snort, uh, coke.

Frank: Who's that?

Fritzy: An old boyfriend.

Frank: Gail?

Fritzy: Yeah, yeah. So she calls her the same thing, you know what I mean? She...marone.

Frank: [UI] junkie.

Fritzy: What?

Frank: You better get the test.

Fritzy: Mamma mi. Imagine all this fuckin' harpoonin' I been gettin'? "Go ahead, go away, run away, good. You're young now, you lost thirty pounds. You're young, so go be young with her."

Frank: Uh-huh.

Fritzy: I gotta listen to all this fuckin' nonsense. My God, I didn't believe the fuckin' conversation. You know?

Frank: There's no end, huh?

Fritzy: Well, I'll tell you the truth. I gotta face facts. Without a doubt. That girl over there I know is not for me because she's uh, ya know, too old. And down the line I gotta have trouble. You know what I mean? That's one thing. Okay, I, I, I know that so I'll put that aside. But this girl is never given me any fuckin' peace, you know how fuckin' long this is goin' on? She's hot, she's cold. I gotta, you know what I gotta do? I gotta go blind, in other words, I gotta fuckin', I can't talk and can't see...

Frank: Helen says...

Fritzy: ...I gotta walk with bastone [Italian for cane]. Then she, then I'm all right.

Frank: She's madly in love with you.

Fritzy: With me?

Frank: Didya hear?

Fritzy: Why?

Frank: She knows.

Fritzy: She knows what?

Frank: Don't forget they're away for a couple of weeks, you know.

Fritzy: Who's madly in love with me?

Frank: Carol.

Fritzy: But what does that mean? I know she's in love with me.

Frank: She's madly in love with you and she can't share you with nobody.

Fritzy: You know I was looking up in the sky today. Listen to this.

Frank: You hear Helen? "I don't blame her, she loves her husband."

Fritzy: Listen to this here. Ah, Frankie.

Frank: Helen said she's a good woman...

Fritzy: C'mere.

Frank: ...you can't beat her, but what are you gonna do?

Fritzy: C'mere, listen.

Frank: Yes, my friend.

Fritzy: I was lookin' up in the sky.

Frank: And what'd ya see up there?

Fritzy: I saw Fat Dom. And he's lookin' down, he's laughin'.

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