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.

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