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.

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