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EPISODE 7 Woe is Fritzy. He has a heart murmur and plans a trip to the gym (where he'll be watching his back) to ease his sciatica. His wife wants him out of the house. But like a good wiseguy, Carol won't snitch on her man--she'd prefer him to leave on his own. Thank God for the solace of Hungarian sausage and 190 proof. (7:40)
FRITZY: Federico "Fritzy" Giovanelli FRANK: Hello. FRITZY: How are you? FRANK: Hey. Where the hell have you been? FRITZY: Where've I been? FRANK: You're never home. FRITZY: Hey, you calling me at the wrong time. Whattya mean I'm never home? FRANK: Wrong time? I thought you went on vacation. FRITZY: What vacation? FRANK: Huh? FRITZY: You make me laugh. You called my mother, right? FRANK: I spoke to your mother. FRITZY: Right. I, I know. FRANK: You know? FRITZY: By the time I call you, you're gone. FRANK: I'm gone? FRITZY: By the time I get the message, I call your house, you're gone. You're already gone. FRANK: Yeah? FRITZY: Yeah. I've been calling you back. FRANK: You didn't call over here though. FRITZY: I've been calling the other number. FRANK: Huh? FRITZY: I've been calling the other number. FRANK: Yeah, over here you gotta call. FRITZY: What do I know? How come I always got you at the other number? FRANK: How come you got me here now? FRITZY: Because I tried the other number. FRANK: Ah! You see? FRITZY: Alright. FRANK: How do you feel? FRITZY: Eh. Like that, you know. One day good, one day bad. FRANK: What's new? FRITZY: Eh, same thing, same thing. Just movin' along. FRANK: Yeah. FRITZY: Yeah. How's everybody? FRANK: Alright. Everybody's alright. FRITZY: How's your aunt? FRANK: Looking for an apartment. FRITZY: Yeah? FRANK: [UI] FRITZY: Yeah? FRANK: He's gone. FRITZY: Yeah? FRANK: [UI] got him. FRITZY: Yeah? FRANK: Marone. FRITZY: Yeah? FRANK: Huh? FRITZY: I'm happy. FRANK: Yeah, I know. FRITZY: Yeah. You don't, you don't understand. FRANK: Yeah. FRITZY: You gotta lighten up a little bit. FRANK: Yeah, lighten up. FRITZY: You expect him to go home? FRANK: Huh? FRITZY: Dracula's looking for new blood. FRANK: I know. FRITZY: You oughta know that, what's the matter with you? FRANK: I've been sick with a bad cold. FRITZY: You have? FRANK: Yeah. FRITZY: And what are you doing for it? FRANK: Eh, what am I doing? FRITZY: What do you think I did yesterday? | | |||
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