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Fritzy: Yeah, yeah. Frank: [UI] on the car. Fritzy: Yeah, huh? Frank: I met the uncle [UI]. Fritzy: Yeah. Frank: Ya know what he's like? Fritzy: Yeah. Frank: Carlo Mastroianni. Fritzy: Yeah, yeah, yeah? Frank: He says, "I was in my pajamas, sittin' on the lawn." Fritzy: He's dead, the uncle. Frank: "They came, they handcuffed me and they put me on a plane. To Italy. With no luggage." Fritzy: Nothing. Right away, they got rid of, he was too, he was too dangerous. Frank: Then he showed me when he went on the safari. Fritzy: Eh? Frank: He had the safari hat. He went to Africa. Fritzy: [UI] Frank: He was a nut. Fritzy: Uh. Frank: With the hat and with the [UI]. Fritzy: Uh. Frank: Ah, Freddie. Fritzy: Pal, the West Side is changin'. Frank: Yeah, it is. Fritzy: Yeah. Meantime, I gotta see that you make, that you start makin' some fazoolas over there, that for your old age. Frank: [In Italian, I'm hungry.] Fritzy: [In Italian, I'm hungry.] Frank: Old Q.D. and me. Fritzy: Mannaggia, marone. Frank: Huh? Fritzy: Well, you, ya, ya gotta start wakin' up. Frank: Yeah, I know. How could you wake up? Fritzy: You'll wake up. Frank: We're here 18 hours a day. Fritzy: Yeah, but you'll wake up. I'll show ya how you wake up. Frank: I'm gettin' old, Freddie, ya know? Fritzy: I, I think he's startin' to understand that. Frank: [UI] Fritzy: I think he's startin' to look, I think he's startin' to look around a little bit. Frank: Yeah, I know. Fritzy: He knows, I'm tellin' ya. Frank: They like to keep you dry sometimes. Fritzy: Nah. Frank: Ya got too much, you disappear. Fritzy: You figure then, ya know. [In Italian, it's dry] Alright? You know asciutto, you know what asciutto means? Frank: Yeah. Dry. Fritzy: Dry. [In Italian, he says, "How are you." He says, "I'm dry."] Frank: The old Sicilian way. Fritzy: Well. Frank: Huh? Fritzy: Eh, what could, ya know, ya gotta, ya gotta go and hunt down. Ya gotta do a little huntin'. Ya gotta create. Frank: Uh-huh. Fritzy: Remember, [In Italian, our dear departed one] over there, the other guy that used to stay on Thompson Street. Frank: Yeah. Fritzy: Not the long guy. Frank: I know. Fritzy: But the guy with the glasses. Frank: Yeah, I know. Fritzy: With the green glasses, the old [UI], the old man. He says, "For you to get anywhere in life," he says, "you gotta cause trouble." Frank: Uh-huh. Fritzy: You understand? Frank: Over here, they don't want nothin', though. Fritzy: In other words... Frank: [UI] over here. Fritzy: In other words, you gotta, you gotta cause the trouble, otherwise you don't, 'cause he ain't goin' nowhere. Frank: Right. Fritzy: So you gotta go and [In Italian, disturb things]. If they... Frank: [UI] Fritzy: Nice. They dance and they sing, and hey-hoo-hoo. Yeah, okay. Badda-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup. Before you know, okay, alright, alright, whatever it is. But meantime. Frank: A squeaky wheel gets a little oil. Fritzy: That's right, that's right. Frank: If the wheel ain't squeaky it don't get nothin'. Fritzy: That's right. Frank: The squeaky wheel gets some oil. Fritzy: That's right. That, you, you, you said it right. You said it right. | | |
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