FRANK: Then I had a glass of water and I took my, all my vitamins.

FRITZY: No breakfast.

FRANK: No, I had, oh, breakfast, forget about it. I just had that cereal, you know, we bought in the Italian place. You put them together with the milk.

FRITZY: Yeah, no banana?

FRANK: Two soft-boiled eggs. And two slices of health bread.

FRITZY: Whaddya think I'm having now?

FRANK: And two glasses of milk.

FRITZY: Yeah, but I got up 6 o'clock this morning.

FRANK: Hah?

FRITZY: I got up 6 o'clock this morning. You just got up now.

FRANK: Got up? I got up at 10 o'clock.

FRITZY: Oh, you did?

FRANK: Yeah, I got up at 10. I went to bed about three.

FRITZY: Whaddya think I'm eating?

FRANK: Wha?

FRITZY: I made cabbage soup.

FRANK: Oh, that's gassy as a...

FRITZY: Yeah, but at least...I had that...

FRANK: You know, there's a place on the, Danny went there, you know, Joe, from the East Side, Joe. You know, the fat guy Joe.

FRITZY: Yeah, yeah.

FRANK: Comes there with Paulie. He gave me a place, the name is Teresa's. It's on First Avenue, between Sixth and Seventh. He must of told you about it, too, huh?

FRITZY: Ah, a little something about...

FRANK: So I, I made Danny and his wife go there. We passed there yesterday, I went to see my mother, so I says let's pass this place. Minga, it's got a big canopy and it's in that run down neighborhood, you know.

FRITZY: Yeah, right, they're starting to build up there.

FRANK: Listen to this joint. It musta been 5 o'clock at night. Jammed. And the kitchen. I says, 'Danny, go there someday.' So what he did, he went there yesterday without tellin' me. He brought me back those, the chopped meat and the piggies in the blanket. He brought two of them back, with mashed potatoes. They were delicious.

FRITZY: They were, huh?

FRANK: I'm tellin' you. Joe Yac says you eat over there, veal cutlets, you eat this here, and the price, he says, even then I can't believe it, he says. They got pancakes with a, with bananas, with this here, with that. All the....pierogies and a...

FRITZY: Wha, the old Jewish...

FRANK: It's a Jewish place.

FRITZY: Polish place.

FRANK: All homemade food.

FRITZY: Yeah, but see I'm eating, I made...

FRANK: Goulashes. They got this here, they got that...

FRITZY: [UI] without salt, pal.

FRANK: Oh, you gotta go.

FRITZY: I gotta eat and make my own. I can't trust them.

FRANK: Oh, you can't eat in a restaurant.

FRITZY: I can't trust them now.

FRANK: No.

FRITZY: I'm on my way back pal, you know.

FRANK: Yeah.

FRITZY: I coming back good and strong.

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