Sure, the Triangle Social Club is the heart of America's most powerful organized crime family. But that doesn't mean the Genovese gang's soldiers and capos don't enjoy a good laugh. Fritzy recalls a recent gag he pulled armed with a can of fart spray. Frank wasn't amused. (1:00)

FRITZY: Federico "Fritzy" Giovanelli
FRANK: Frank "Frankie California" Condo

FRITZY: Who was farting in there that day, Saturday?

FRANK: Oh, you shouldn't have put that medicine that, that, choked up my whole lungs.

FRITZY: Oh, you blame that now?

FRANK: I couldn't breathe.

FRITZY: You blame that?

FRANK: Yeah, you put that chemical in there, that killed me altogether.

FRITZY: He showed you the can?

FRANK: Yeah, I couldn't breathe after. Some kind of chemical stuff they sprayed that's a fart medicine. It's got a chemical in it.

FRITZY: Nah, it's a fuckin' fart.

FRANK: It don't even smell like that. Know what it smells like? A chemical.

FRITZY: No, it smells like a fuckin' broccoli fart! Broccoli shit.

FRANK: Nah, it don't smell that way. It smells like a dirty chemical, some kinda chemical.

FRITZY: No, yeah?

FRANK: Yeah, that's what I thought it was. A chemical.

FRITZY: I'll tell ya...

FRANK: ...from the outside.

FRITZY: I'll tell ya, Ciro walked in, Ciro walked in first. "Who the fuck shit?" Ya hear? That's how bad it is.

FRANK: Yeah, but it's like a chemical when you're in there.

FRITZY: Somebody you don't like you oughta let, let that go, you know.

FRANK: I start choking after a while.

FRITZY: No kidding.