SubscribeFRITZY: Nothin'. Nothin'. Once I come out there's nothing you could, I could buy out there other than fruit, an apple or something like that, that I'll have out there.
FRANK: Fruit?
FRITZY: That's all.
FRANK: Yeah.
FRITZY: That's all I'll have.
FRANK: The restaurants kill ya.
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