Frank: Right. What was your weight before? What were ya...

Fritzy: Two seventeen, 218.

Frank: No, what was your normal weight when I first met you?

Fritzy: One eighty three.

Frank: One eighty three.

Fritzy: That was my weight.

Frank: Well, 185 is good.

Fritzy: Yeah, but, ya know.

Frank: Yeah.

Fritzy: The age is there now.

Frank: I know. But, you, ya, ya, your skin is good, though.

Fritzy: Oh, yeah. Forget about it, I look like a young buck.

Frank: Ya haven't got the chicken neck.

Fritzy: I ain't got the chicken neck. See, I'm losin' weight. No neck, I keep comin' in, no chicken.

Frank: I went to see Quiet Dom yesterday, too, ya know?

Fritzy: Yeah? How is, how is he? He's alright?

Frank: He looked like Emmett the Clown.

Fritzy: Yeah? What was he doin'?

Frank: He got the pair of suspenders on, and old pants...

Fritzy: Yeah?

Frank: I says, "Look at him."

Fritzy: Yeah?

Frank: "He never dresses up."

Fritzy: Yeah? Emmett the Clown.

Frank: You should see 'em with the suit and the tie.

Fritzy: Emmett Kelly.

Frank: Emmett Kelly.

Fritzy: And if he has a few scotches his nose gets red.

Frank: Marone.

Fritzy: He don't have to put the rouge on.

Frank: He's all wrinkled up. I says, "What happened to you? You're shrinkin', your head is gettin' like a little, uh, like those little dolls with the wrinkles."

Fritzy: The age is comin'.

Frank: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fritzy: The age. You, you're the only guy withstanding age down there.

Frank: He's, he's got [Italian] ya know?

Fritzy: Yeah, huh?

Frank: The, the little bird is out flyin', ya know?

Fritzy: Marone.

Frank: [UI] that's what it is. He sits and he just, he's like eatin' himself out.

Fritzy: Well, I got news for ya.

Frank: That's his only love, he says.

Fritzy: I got news for ya. That's what happens, that's how, and that's no good 'cause you get sick. You know, right now...

Frank: ...my baby over here.

Fritzy: Good for you.

Frank: She knows it. Well, I gotta get another spring chicken. I'm...

Fritzy: [Aside to Carol, his wife] Well, we gotta take that chicken out, we'll put. Wait, I got chicken. Talkin' about chickens. We're gonna put them under the grill.

Frank: Put, uh, Carol on.

Fritzy: Take the whole pan. Onto the pan. Yeah, wait a minute. Alright, here, I'm gonna give you Carol. Wait.

Frank: Okay.

Fritzy: I'll take care of it.

Frank: I'll see ya, uh, Tuesday.

Fritzy: Okay. Here, hang on, bye-bye.

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