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.

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