FRANK: So how do you feel, alright?
FRITZY: Yeah, you know. I take, you know the medication, uh, Frankie, gives you ups and downs, you know? That's all. Other than that, you know, yesterday I felt great.
FRANK: Yeah?
FRITZY: Yeah. Nah, this morning. Last night I had an itch, you know? I come in, I don't know, all of a sudden, I eat yogurt.
FRANK: Yeah.
FRITZY: I eat yogurt about 10 o'clock, 'cause I didn't eat all day from 2 o'clock. So I says, "I'll have a little yogurt." Then it had raisins and nuts.
FRANK: I thought you don't eat raisins.
FRITZY: It was inside the damn yogurt.
FRANK: What'd ya tell me about raisins?
FRITZY: Yeah, what I tell you? They were in there, alright? So anyhow, so I, I downed it and five minutes after, I started fucking itching around the balls, you know?
FRANK: From what?
FRITZY: So I says, "I wonder if, you know, I'm allergic to something." You know. But anyhow, I wound up taking an allergy pill, Atarax. Maybe that made me mushy today. 'Cause, you know, other than that there, I've been feeling very good, Frank.
FRANK: If you [UI] the plain yogurt, nothing.
FRITZY: Yeah, just that's it.
FRANK: Brown Cow.
FRITZY: I got, I got plain yogurt. I got Whitney's, the best. Whitney.
FRANK: No, that's shit. Brown Cow with the thick crust on top and you mix the crust, that's the, the bacteria. You mix that all in there.
FRITZY: Yeah?
FRANK: Brown Cow. That's what all the health fiends eat. Brown Cow.
FRITZY: Well, I'm gonna, I'm gonna have that a couple of days a week.
FRANK: I'll give ya Brown Cow. Whitney's Cream? It's like, uh, eating a dessert. You get the Brown Cow, it's the real yogurt.
FRITZY: Alright.
FRANK: It tells you about it, right on the thing. On the top is a thick crust.
FRITZY: I'll buy it tomorrow.
FRANK: You chop that up and mix it all in.
FRITZY: I'll buy it tomorrow.
FRANK: I buy the big container.
FRITZY: What you doin' yesterday? What you do? You went to your mother's? You went out to your brother's, or what?
FRANK: No. I stood home and then I went out.
FRITZY: Yeah? Down over there?
FRANK: Yeah, I went over there and saw him.
FRITZY: What time were you there?
FRANK: Bobby was there.
FRITZY: Yeah?
FRANK: About 9:30, I was there.
FRITZY: He come in early, or what?
FRANK: Bobby. Yeah.
FRITZY: Yeah.
FRANK: He took Ida outta the hospital.
FRITZY: She was in?
FRANK: Ida was in the hospital.
FRITZY: I didn't know that.
FRANK: You didn't know that?
FRITZY: What happened to her?
FRANK: You mean nobody... I thought you knew.
FRITZY: What do I... Now you're telling me.
FRANK: Yeah.
FRITZY: What happened?
FRANK: She had an accident. She went to a wedding.
FRITZY: You gotta be kidding.
FRANK: With three or four hundred people. She was going down the stairs and there was a drunk behind them, fell on top of them and knocked them, she somersaulted.
FRITZY: Oh my God.
FRANK: And she was in a coma.
FRITZY: Oh!
FRANK: Knocked out and everything. Bad.
FRITZY: This poor girl.
FRANK: She, she didn't remember. She says she couldn't remember different things and she was in a hospital for about a week.
FRITZY: I didn't see Bobby all week, you know.
FRANK: Yeah.
FRITZY: And I would only ask him, you know, "How's Ida," whatnot and I woulda found out. I didn't know that.
FRANK: Yeah.
FRITZY: I'm sorry to hear that. I want to send a her little something home. She's a nice girl.
FRANK: Yeah.
FRITZY: She bought little things for my kids. Go out there. But, I would of, you know, Jesus, I feel bad now.
FRANK: Yeah. She's got, she was pretty sick.
FRITZY: ... a marone.
FRANK: She still ain't the same, he says.
FRITZY: He really, he really bought a barrel of trouble. He bought, he bought, oogatz, he bought...
FRANK: Huh?
FRITZY: Oogatz... I was telling the story about, you know...
FRANK: He bought a hospital bill.
FRITZY: I told, I told Gail's father about how my father gave you the wine.
FRANK: Yeah.
FRITZY: And Gail is laughing like a bastard, you know. So I says...
FRANK: You met the father?
FRITZY: I know the father, he's a good friend of mine.
FRANK: He's old as you?
FRITZY: What kind of talk is that?
FRANK: How old is he?
FRITZY: I look like a 20 year-old since I lost this weight.
FRANK: How old is he?
FRITZY: He's 65.
FRANK: Ain't you ashamed to go up there?
FRITZY: Why, why should I be ashamed?
FRANK: Ah, he's sixty. That means he's close to your age.
FRITZY: I gotta buy, I gotta buy...
FRANK: You're crazy.
FRITZY: I gotta buy an old lady, like this guy's got, that every week, there's another problem? Over here, there's no problem.
FRANK: Yeah, but don't meet the family.
FRITZY: Why?
FRANK: No good. You're like Angelo. Angelo does all that, takes the mother, the father out.
FRITZY: I do that.
FRANK: He takes them out.
FRITZY: I bought 'em, I bought 'em a microwave.
FRANK: Stay far away from them.
FRITZY: Why?
FRANK: Far away, my friend. You never know when the telephone calls come in.
FRITZY: Nah.
FRANK: The scorn of a mother and a father, you know. You never know what happens.
FRITZY: Yeah, but...
FRANK: You wind up with a nut family.
FRITZY: They love me.
FRANK: When you meet them, they're so beautiful. Then, all of a sudden, the daughter, they see her crying. "Ooh, that? What? That son of a bitch! That no good bastard! Call his wife up, that bastard."
FRITZY: You're right.
FRANK: "Go get him, that son of a bitch, what he's done to my daughter. That dirty old man."
FRITZY: You're right.
FRANK: Stay away my friend. The less they see of you the better off you are. Always remember that.
FRITZY: I ate a hot pepper.
FRANK: When you go with a young girl... One time I went with a young girl and I went upstairs to meet the mother. I humped her mother already. "Get him out, that bum! Get him out!"
FRITZY: Yeah? Yeah? Yeah? Really.
FRANK: I been with the mother. What do you want me to do?
FRITZY: But, did you know, did you know that it was the daughter?
FRANK: No, I didn't know. What the fuck do I know? A Jewish woman.
FRITZY: Marone! You get up, "Hello, how are you?"
FRANK: Yep, I come into the house. [UI] ... my lesson. I was 25 then, a young man. "Get out!" she says.
FRITZY: But how the hell'd ya wind up with the mother? That's something else.
FRANK: How did I wind up with her?
FRITZY: Huh?
FRANK: She had a young daughter. Her daughter was about 17.
FRITZY: But that's something.