Reciever: One moment please. Good evening may I help you?
Frank Rizzo: Yeah, let me speak to Brett Weir!
Are: Uh, who's calling?
Fr: Is he in?
Are: Yeah, who's calling?
Fr: Look, jerky, I don't need to talk to you!
Are: You don't need to talk to me?
Fr: (angrily) Get Brett Weir I said!
Are: Hold on. (checks on the other line) He's upstairs reparing something, you want him to call you back?
Fr: Look this is the super across the way.
Fr: And, uh, he is supposed to be taking business for me and I'm very angry at that little jerk. Alright, now I'm gonna break his fuckin' head.
Are: Well, what do you want me to to do? Stay in touch with you if you're aware...
Fr: Alright, he knows what the fuck I'm talking about and don't have me come down here for you either, tough guy! You tell him to see me!
Are: Super across the street?
Fr: You got it, punk!
Are: Okay, i'll tell him.