Fritzy: Hello?
Wong: Yeah?
Fritzy: Wong?
Wong: Yeah.
Fritzy: Yeah, this is a Mr. Giovanelli.
Wong: Yeah.
Fritzy: A Mrs. Fong was supposed to call you, uh, and make an appointment for me.
Wong: Yeah.
Fritzy: You know Mrs. Fong?
Wong: [UI]
Fritzy: Mrs. Fong. Fong. F-O-N-G.
Wong: That's one of your friends. Yeah.
Fritzy: Yeah.
Wong: I know.
Fritzy: Uh, when can I come and make a visit with you?
Wong: Uh, you come a my house or, uh, my office?
Fritzy: Uh, to your office. When can I come?
Wong: Uh, tomorrow?
Fritzy: Tomorrow mornin'?
[PIANO INTERLUDE]
Frank: Hello?
Fritzy: How are you? I'm callin' you back.
Frank: What happened?
Fritzy: I got an appointment with Wong at ten o'clock tomorrow.
Frank: Yeah?
Fritzy: Yep. I'm going there tomorrow.
Frank: Ya gonna get the needles?
Fritzy: For the spears. He's givin' me the spears, he said.
Frank: [UI]
Fritzy: Not the needles, the needles are too small for me.
Frank: Uh-huh.
Fritzy: He said, "The gorilla body needs spears."
Frank: No kiddin'?
Fritzy: Yep.
Frank: He's gonna give you the spears, huh?
Fritzy: Uh-huh. So, I just want ya to know that tomorrow mornin' I'm goin'.
Frank: You let me know what happens. Huh?
Fritzy: I, you know what? My son has been goin', complainin' about his shoulder. And he was gonna go to LaRosa, one of the top, top, uh, shoulder men.
Frank: Uh-huh.
Fritzy: I'm gonna take him also tomorrow.
Frank: Yeah?
Fritzy: So we're gonna do a, two, two-Giovanellis-for-one.
Frank: Uh-huh.
Fritzy: We're gonna go tomorrow.
Frank: Ya gonna go then, huh?
Fritzy: That's it.
Frank: I wish ya luck. Whattya, stayin' home?
Fritzy: No, I gotta go out soon. I gotta, I must go.
Frank: Yeah?
Fritzy: Yeah. But what are you doin'?
Frank: Watchin' TV.
Fritzy: Relaxing?
Frank: Yeah.
Fritzy: Did you eat?
Frank: Had some, chicken soup.
Fritzy: Again?
Frank: Yup.
Fritzy: Why don't ya have a piece of fish?
Frank: Eh, I like the soup, I like that.
Fritzy: I know you like that, but that's no good for ya, the...
Frank: Vegetables and everything.
Fritzy: Makes ya fart a lot.
Frank: Nah, it's nice.
Fritzy: Yeah?
Frank: Better for ya.
Fritzy: Alright. I'm glad, ya, you sound...
Frank: No salt, no nothin'. It's the good...
Fritzy: You sound like you're, you're resting. I think you really needed it. You startin' to sound like you really needed it, Frank.
Frank: The son-of-a-bitchin' thing don't wanna get out of me.
Fritzy: It'll go outta ya. It'll go outta ya.
Frank: Huh.
Fritzy: It'll go out, ya know, you got a humidifier?
Frank: No.
Fritzy: I woulda bought it for ya. I woulda give ya, I woulda gave you one.
Frank: [UI]
Fritzy: [Aside] Send her up. Whattya gotta spit? He's cough, he's coughin' up.
Frank: [UI] Freddie.
Fritzy: Listen to me. Is, uh, Helen there?
Frank: Yeah, she's sle, layin' down.
Fritzy: Alright. When she gets up after, let her rub your back with a little, uh, alcohol. Ya hear?
Frank: Yeah.
Fritzy: But let her, like, close her fists and pound your back a little bit.
Frank: I put the, the Vicks on.
Fritzy: Yeah, I know, but let her, let her give ya like a drum beat on your back, ya know, around your lungs and all that there? Let her give ya like a little tom-tom: boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. All on the back.
Frank: Mmm.
Fritzy: This way you shake everything while you’re using that medication.
Frank: Yeah.
Fritzy: Ya loosen up all that shit, ya spit it up.
Frank: Uh-huh.
Fritzy: They do that in the hospital, ya know?
Frank: The alcohol?
Fritzy: No, no, the alcohol, but the bangin’. They give ya the tap, the, uh…
Frank: Yeah?
Fritzy: The, the little, ya know, anytime ya got anything with the lungs they give ya the, the vibrate, what they got now is like a vibrating machine. And they put it on your back.
Frank: Yeah.
Fritzy: And it bounces, like, it, uh, it pulsates on your back.
Frank: Uh-huh.
Fritzy: So instead of pu, pulsatin’, ya don’t have that machine, you use your fists like the bottom of your fists when ya clench it?
Frank: Mmm.
Fritzy: Just let her beat, beat like she’s beatin’ a drum, ya know?
Frank: Uh-huh.
Fritzy: Do that. Do that, make sure ya do that.
Frank: Alright.
Fritzy: Alright, Cal.
Frank: Okay. Wish ya luck tomorrow.
Fritzy: Alright, pal. I just wanted, I wanted to tell ya about .Wong.
Frank: Alright.
Fritzy: Alright. Bye-bye.