Frank: No preservatives. And my, my, brown rice. The brown rice and, the uh, the bran flakes and the banana and I'm gonna have after. And then after I'll have a nice soft-boiled egg with a slice of whole wheat toast. That'll be a nice big heavy breakfast.

Fritzy: Uh, for you, see, you, ya know...But tonight...

Frank: I'm gonna work out for an hour now.

Fritzy: That's good. That's what I never done.

Frank: I'm gonna go and work for one hour now.

Fritzy: That's what I shoulda been doin'.

Frank: I'm gonna exercise now.

Fritzy: Good for you. But don't lift no weights.

Frank: Nah, I got the weights. I put 'em on my feet.

Fritzy: Do calisthenics.

Frank: I put 'em on my feet.

Fritzy: Do calisthenics, Frank.

Frank: That's what I do. Calisthenics.

Fritzy: That's all you...back and forth, up and down, side to side, side to side.

Frank: I need a young maiden here, now.

Fritzy: Tell you what. What?

Frank: A young maiden, I gotta get.

Fritzy: Eh.

Frank: Mmm.

Fritzy: Please, oh, don't remind me. Don't...don't remind me.

Frank: Please.

Fritzy: Don't remind me.

Frank: Marone a mi.

Fritzy: So, ah, the other guy told me. Ya hear what the guy was yellin' there that night? You heard him? "You gotta get rid of this and get rid of that and you gotta this and you got..."

Frank: How 'bout him?

Fritzy: Who? How 'bout him?

Frank: How 'bout himself? Huh? He gives everybody advice. In the meantime he had two heart attacks.

Fritzy: Yeah. I got one.

Frank: He had two heart attacks, didn't he?

Fritzy: I got one, tell him.

Frank: They had to rush him to the hospital twice. He's in intensive care.

Fritzy: Uh-huh.

Frank: Hah? He's up in the bughouse. He's had this here infection now in his heart. He's got everything wrong with him. He told people, "You gotta do this, you gotta do that, watch this, watch that."

Fritzy: He's...I'll tell you something. He really's gotta watch himself. Because, you know why? He went right back to the same game...

Frank: If you saw him, the way he looked last night. Forget about it.

Fritzy: The same thing.

Frank: He looked like a dishrag last night.

Fritzy: I don't know what the hell is in his head. What does he want? But, ya know? It's very tough for him. Even if he wanted, he can't. Which, what, what direction does he go?

Frank: What direction does he go?

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