FRANK: What?

FRITZY: Me and my baby.

FRANK: Huh?

FRITZY: Me and my friend. What do you think we done?

FRANK: What?

FRITZY: I made, uh, homemade anisette.

FRANK: Homemade what?

FRITZY: Homemade anisette.

FRANK: Yeah?

FRITZY: Yeah. With the 190 proof.

FRANK: Yeah.

FRITZY: I cut it down. You know, I reduced it with the sugar, I cooked the sugar.

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: I put the flavor in. The best anisette you ever wanna taste.

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: Marone, forget about it. Then I made an apricot brandy, but I don't like the apricot.

FRANK: Yeah?

FRITZY: Yeah. That's why...she didn't understand, now I realize why it don't taste good.

FRANK: How come you doing all this?

FRITZY: 'Cause a friend of mine sent me some, uh, 190 proof from Florida. It's legitimate down there. You can buy it legal, you know?

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: You know, you buy it legal down there. You buy it in the regular liquor store. Sure. You buy it, you pay it, and this way you can use it. There's no problem with it. Like over here, years ago, the guys they used to bootleg to get 190 proof. Now you buy it legitimate. And it's cheaper. So what else is new?

FRANK: Nuttin' much.

FRITZY: So you got a cold.

FRANK: Huh?

FRITZY: You need Jack La Lanne, so you can use the steam rooms and the baths and massages.

FRANK: Yeah, I know.

FRITZY: That's what you need. Too bad you don't live in a building that's got something like that.

FRANK: No.

FRITZY: That's why you gotta move uptown, you gotta find a nicer place.

FRANK: Yeah, I'll be with the fuckin' fags, taking a steam bath.

FRITZY: Why? Only fags take steam baths?

FRANK: Who the fuck wants to go in those places?

FRITZY: I mean, only fags take steam baths?

FRANK: Who wants to go in those places now?

FRITZY: All of sudden fags just take steam baths.

FRANK: Who do you think goes in all those gyms?

FRITZY: Hey, don't, don't say that thing. I'm getting ready to go.

FRANK: Where you goin?

FRITZY: I got the sciatica, my fuckin' sciatica's fuckin' bothering me for the longest time. So I'm gonna try to get these pains out of my body, so I...

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: Maybe somebody'll stick something in my ass when I'm turning over there, who knows?

FRANK: How's your wife and everything?

FRITZY: Eh. Bullshit.

FRANK: Same thing?

FRITZY: It's calming down, you know. But what good is it? You know, you get blow after blow after blow, you know. She's sleeping in another room, she's sleeping downstairs. I don't care about that, I'm sleeping better anyhow. But, you know, it's, it's too much on, on everybody.

FRANK: She's not leaving no more?

FRITZY: What?

FRANK: She's not packing?

FRITZY: She wants me to pack, what the fuck you talking about?

FRANK: She wants you to get out?

FRITZY: She wants me get out.

FRANK: [UI] you're crazy...

FRITZY: I says, "I ain't goin' no place. What, you want me to get out? I broke my ass to put up every fuckin' nail over here, you wanna throw me out? Go to court, go get fuckin' court orders or what not to get me out. Get a divorce and then come with the papers and if the judge says I gotta get out."

FRANK: Umm.

FRITZY: She says, "I ain't no rat," she says. She says...

FRANK: By the way, you see what that guy...

FRITZY: She says, "I ain't no rat."

FRANK: Tell her you go to court...

FRITZY: In other words, she ain't going to court. So I says, "Don't break my balls," I told her. "You live there, I live here. There's enough room in this house for the two of us."

FRANK: Tell her, "If you go to court and the judge tells me to get out, you see the guy did with the bulldozer? There'll be a fuckin' bulldozer here."

FRITZY: Nah. Nah.

FRANK: Huh?

FRITZY: She went that far, if she would go that far to go to court, then I know. But she knows what I, how I am about court, you know what I mean? And she says, "Well, I ain't no rat, but why doncha just get out? I'll make, I'll make somebody throw you out," she says. You hear? In other words, she figures, "I'll go..." "Yeah, go, go, go where the fuck you gotta go," I told her. Alright? Alright?

FRANK: How's the blood pressure?

FRITZY: I'm gonna take my medicine right now, Frank.

FRANK: [UI] medicine.

FRITZY: I gotta take it. You're laughing, huh? I hope you never have to take it.

FRANK: O ba-ba. Look at...

FRITZY: O ba-ba, O ba-ba's sick.

FRANK: How's your weight?

FRITZY: Ba-ba's sick.

FRANK: How's the weight?

FRITZY: Eh, I put a couple of pounds back.

FRANK: You're cheating, huh?

FRITZY: Started eating that fuckin' beautiful...hey, I gotta, I'm gonna send you some stuff.

FRANK: What?

FRITZY: For you and Helen.

FRANK: What is it?

FRITZY: Hungarian sausage.

FRANK: [UI]

FRITZY: You'll go out of your fuckin' mind.

FRANK: Hungarian [UI]

FRITZY: You'll have it with cabbage and sauerkraut.

FRANK: Ah, marone a mi.

FRITZY: You put the fuckin' mustard on it, you'll go out of your mind.

FRANK: Yeah?

FRITZY: The baked beans on the side. You will fuckin' go crazy. You'll eat a dozen of 'em. They're the tastiest things you ever wanna have.

FRANK: How much did you eat? Let me hear.

FRITZY: Eh, I went on a little spree there a week ago. I was eating, I ate...

FRANK: A coupla brews, huh?

FRITZY: Wha?

FRANK: A coupla glasses of beer, huh?

FRITZY: Nah. No beer.

FRANK: No beer?

FRITZY: No, I don't drink none of that shit.

FRANK: Huh?

FRITZY: I'll have an occasional, uh, uh, brandy. The brandy's good for your chest, you know?

FRANK: Yeah.

FRITZY: So that's what I have. One or two brandies, I have.

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: That's all. I got, you know, I got a bad thing over here with this, I got the same thing he's got. You know? I got systolic murmur.

FRANK: Oh yeah?

FRITZY: I got the calcified, uh, valve. I says, "What's that from?"

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: He says, "Old age." In other words, wear and tear.

FRANK: Oh yeah?

FRITZY: So down the line if I don't exercise and take care of it, in other words, keep my weight down, try to work, I eventually gonna have to have some kind of, uh, surgery there.

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: Fuckin' thing. Look we all winded up, they wanna put us in a fuckin', I don't know.

FRANK: [Belches]

FRITZY: What's the matter?

FRANK: Huh?

FRITZY: What's the matter, you burping?

FRANK: Yeah, a little burp.

FRITZY: What'd youse eat? Whattya been eating?

FRANK: Wha?

FRITZY: Whattya been eating?

FRANK: Nah, I been eating light.

FRITZY: Yeah? You watching your food?

FRANK: Yeah.

FRITZY: Eh, you know, I miss ya, Cal.

FRANK: I miss you too.

FRITZY: I tell you the truth, you know. I, I asked, like I was gonna, you know, I wanted to just, come down and, nah. You know, so. We'll leave it like that, you know. But I would have loved to, to see you.

FRANK: Uh-huh.

FRITZY: So, meantime, well, we'll see what happens, you know? See if I feel better.