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Fritzy: Be careful. They're behind every pole. Frank: That's right. Fritzy: They all look alike, too, 'cause they all wear the same thing. Frank: You wanna make Carol talk to Helen? Fritzy: Yeah. Frank: Alright. Fritzy: Alright. Frank: When will I see you, then? Fritzy: I probably see ya, I don't, well, I may stop down there tomorrow afternoon to just see how he is, ya know. I wasn't gonna stop down 'til later. Frank: Huh? Fritzy: Uh, ya know. I wanna just... Frank: Oh, Helen said you changed your medicine. Fritzy: I, yeah. Frank: You did? Fritzy: Yeah, sure. I had to. That, that was killin' me. Helen: So how does he feel, better? Frank: You feelin' better now? Fritzy: Like brand new. Frank: How much you weigh now? Fritzy: I'm about 197. Frank: You lose, that's it. You comin' down nice and easy. Fritzy: Yeah. Frank: Don't lose it fast... Fritzy: Yeah. Frank: You be... Fritzy: Hey, Frankie. I was 220, Frank. Frank: You be, you'll be wrinkled up then. Fritzy: No. I got, my wife, my wife just told me about my face, "You don't have a wrinkle." Frank: You'll get the chicken neck. Fritzy: I got a young, nah, I got a young face. Helen: Don't tell him that. Stupid. Fritzy: Listen. Helen: You love to bother people [UI]. Frank: [Aside to Helen] Shut up, you. Fritzy: I got, I got skin that stays young. The Giov, the Giovanellis, one thing he left behind was beautiful skin. Frank: That's from the berries and all that. Fritzy: That's right. Frank: That's the... Fritzy: That, see what you said? That's exactly, that's true. Frank: The berries'll rejuvenate you. Fritzy: I got beautiful skin for my age, 53 years old. Forget about it, I look like a young little boy, 22. Frank: [Aside to Helen] He looks like 22 now. Fritzy: If I dye my hair, forget about it. Frank: He's gonna dye his hair red, he says, Helen. Fritzy: No, no. Red? I don't wanna be a redhead. Frank: He wants to be a carrot top. Fritzy: A carrot top? Frank: And put on a dress. Fritzy: I wanna, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'll have the figure soon. Frank: His mother caught him with the dress, Helen. Helen: Oh, yeah? Frank: The dress and the hat. Fritzy: You remember that? Helen: With the red wig, right? Fritzy: What wig? There was no wig. Frank: Alright, put Carol on, pal. Fritzy: I had a paintbrush, too. Alright. Frank: I'll see ya tomorrow. Fritzy: Okay. | | |
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