Carol: Hello.
Meade: Gail, uh, Carol.
Carol: Yeah.
Meade: How are you?
Carol: Who is this?
Meade: Who else would call you so early on...
Carol: Oh.
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FRITZY: Federico "Fritzy" Giovanelli
ANGELO: Angelo D'Acunto
UI: Unintelligible
Fritzy: Hello.
Angelo: Hello, Freddie. Happy Thanksgiving.
Fritzy: Hey, pal, how are you? Same to you, my friend.
Angelo: I didn't get a chance, I wanted to thank you and...
Fritzy: Ah, what's the matter?
Angelo: ...you know, just wish you a really more Happy Thanksgiving. We missed ya.
Fritzy: Thank you, thank you. Youse all...
Angelo: Love and kisses from brother.
Fritzy: Ah, I can't, I wish.
Angelo: You know, from, you know...
Fritzy: I know.
Angelo: What can I tell you, brother?
Fritzy: I know, pal.
Angelo: How ya feel?
Fritzy: I'm alright. I'm uh, I'm spending the day all alone here.
Angelo: Why?
Fritzy: That fuckin' goombah of mine, he calls up, he goes, "Hello, Gail." Then he...
Angelo: Awww...
Fritzy: He goes...
Angelo: C'mon.
Fritzy: C'mon?
Angelo: Is he crazy?
Fritzy: "Hello, Gail." Then he goes, "Carol?" She goes, she goes, "Who's this?" Ya know? He goes, "Carol?" [Italian].
Angelo: God up in Heaven, mercy Freddie!
Fritzy: He's, my goombata, Meade.
Angelo: I know what you're saying.
Fritzy: This fucking guy, can't get over. I says, "This fucking guy is getting senile." I tell you what. She started in. The man, uh, the family there, [UI] this is the fuckin', uh, respect I get? Thirty years, my goombata, this and that there, bing, bada-boom, bada-boom. I says, "I ain't going no fucking place. I'm staying over here." I ain't gonna fuckin' go get fuckin' humiliated by her mother and uh, to go over there. I stayed over here. Nice and quiet. I watched...
Angelo: I come and get ya.
Fritzy: Nah, pal, I love you.
Angelo: ...come and get you.
Fritzy: Get out. I'm fine.
Angelo: [UI]
Fritzy: I ate like a fuckin' horse. There was about eight meatballs. You know what I did? I'm...
Angelo: I'll come and get ya.
Fritzy: I ate. I ate like a fuckin', I woulda ate the fuckin' wood and everything when that happened.
Angelo: With a little sauce. Forget about it. A little garlic.
Fritzy: I fuckin' downed eight fuckin' meatballs like inside of two minutes.
Angelo: Marone.
Fritzy: I said, "Who the fuck is gonna eat any more?" I tell ya, I had some friends of mine come over, I ate the [Italian] I ate, I sat, and I relaxed. She went by her mother. They all went over there. [In Italian, piece of shit]. This fuckin' senile fuckin' man. I don't believe it.
Angelo: Unbelievable.
Fritzy: He deals with the Donald Trump. He deals with every fuckin' thing. I called him, I says, "Ya know somethin'?" I says, "You're like [UI], Tony Andrews." I says, "Let me tell you somethin'. He was good in the fuckin' morning and at fuckin' night, he stunk," I says. "'Cause he used to fuckin' drink and he didn't know what he was doing no more."
Angelo: Marone.
Fritzy: And I told him that a week and a half ago, cause he, ya, ya know. He calls up and he's getting, he's getting her a fuckin' good job, ya know?
Angelo: Right.
Fritzy: So, you know, she's been in touch with him. "Meade, hello, Meade." Bet, ba-boom, ba-boop. He calls my wife "Gail."
Angelo: Nah.
Fritzy: That's the, that's the fuckin'...
Angelo: [UI]
Fritzy: I hear, you know? I hear Mario done that to my friend.
Angelo: Oh, yeah.
Fritzy: Marone.
Angelo: A long time ago.
Fritzy: If it woulda been me or you or anybody...
Angelo: Forget about it.
Fritzy: Marone, we woulda been...
Angelo: We would be working in Mexico somewhere.
Fritzy: That's right. We woulda been banished.
Angelo: We woulda been on the job over there, building construction.
Fritzy: Imagine, imagine that? Imagine that? This fucking guy.
Angelo: Marone. I heard that a long time ago. Forget about it.
Fritzy: Whoa!
Angelo: When I see you in person, we'll talk a little bit, too. I get a little, ya know...
Fritzy: My God. It's tough.
Angelo: Tough? Lemme tell you.
Fritzy: I got, ya know, I ain't got no family or nothing. You know what I mean? It ain't tough for me. Maybe I could say "Goodbye," and that's the fuckin' end of that.
Angelo: Right.
Fritzy: But I'm being punished over here, every fuckin' which way.
Angelo: It's no good, Freddie.
Fritzy: You don't know.
Angelo: I feel terrible.
Fritzy: In six weeks, I didn't talk to her. Only this last week...
Angelo: I know. You told me, you're talkin'. And then, remember I spoke to you about a week ago?
Fritzy: Remember I told you about the rib roast? The fuckin' thing, everything? Finally, get a little peace and quiet.
Angelo: Right.
Fritzy: I, I made love to her nice. She was so happy. We back to old things. Everything started to heal up. This fuckin' goombata of mine...
Angelo: Unbelievable. On today of all days.