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EPISODE 6 It's a Frank & Fritzy diet clinic. Pushing senior citizenship, Frank lifts weights and swears by those tiny miracle pills. But Fritzy's regimen sounds really intriguing: it seems that inches lost around the waist translates into inches gained in, um, just the right place. Waiter, bring me a bowl of cabbage soup. Now! (7:17)
FRITZY: Federico "Fritzy" Giovanelli FRITZY: Frankie... FRANK: Whattya doin', eatin? FRITZY: Yeah, I'm eatin' a pear FRANK: Oh. FRITZY: I'm eatin' a pear and now I'll have my glass of water. FRANK: Uh-huh. FRITZY: Have my cabbage, cabbage soup. FRANK: That's gassy, see. Cabbage soup. Why the fuck you have that there? FRITZY: But that's nothin'. That's okay. That's to clean out the kidneys. FRANK: Yeah, but I know. Why don't you have beets or something? Beets is good for ya. FRITZY: Beets? Beets? FRANK: Beet soup. You ever have, the Jews they eat the beet soup? The borscht and all that. FRITZY: Yeah, but beets are too high in sodium. FRANK: Oh yeah? No good, huh? FRITZY: Very high. Naturally high. FRANK: See, ya gotta watch what the fuck ya gotta eat. You're on a, you gotta be on a, a strict diet, huh? FRITZY: Salt-free. Salt-free. FRANK: You gotta make up a schedule, that's what you gotta do. FRITZY: I'm alright now. You know what I've been doing? I don't eat in the fuckin' street. Nothin'. FRANK: Yeah. FRITZY: Nothin'. Nothin'. Once I come out there's nothing you could, I could buy out there other than fruit, an apple or something like that, that I'll have out there. FRANK: Fruit? FRITZY: That's all. FRANK: Yeah. FRITZY: That's all I'll have. FRANK: The restaurants kill ya. FRITZY: All these rats. Well, you can't blame them. They, they, the, the fats, the grease, uh, the cookin'. We should know that. But we, we eat it anyhow. I'll tell ya something, Frankie. Ya know what I'm weighin'? FRANK: What? FRITZY: 193, 195. FRANK: Oh, yeah, you'll be down. FRITZY: I'm, I'm comin' down. Ya gotta see it. FRANK: It takes time. You'll be alright. FRITZY: Yeah, I'm doing fine. Beautiful. Marone. Listen, my cock got three inches bigger. FRANK: I weighed myself on a scale. I'm 202. FRITZY: You're 202? FRANK: Yeah. My waist is 35 now. FRITZY: You could wear all my new clothes. FRANK: I got a 35 waist. I have jackets on me now that, that are skinnier on my waist and, uh, tight on my shoulders. 'Cause I've been working out with the weights. FRITZY: You're picking up the weights. FRANK: Well, they're only 25 pounds a piece, that's all. I don't work with them too much. Just tighten up. FRITZY: God bless ya. FRANK: So, I worked out one hour, I worked up a good sweat. I put my t-shirt on and the sweat pants. FRITZY: God bless ya. FRANK: I worked everything out. That's good. I need it. Uh... FRITZY: I can't, I can't pick that up yet. | | |||
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