Fritz's Old Lady: You're a no-good, Fritz! Whaddya have to say fer yerself?
Fritz: Suck my dick!!!
Fritz: Ah, freedom of the pass.
Crow Reporter: Hey, Fritz Baby, Wanna talk to Walter?
Fritz: Sure, why not?
Walter: Fritz…does being the first to set foot on Mars—golly—kind of give you goose bumps?
Fritz: Ahem. Gentlemen, I've been up and down the four corners of this big old world, and I've seen it all, and I've done it all. I've fought many a good man and laid many a good woman. And I've had riches, fame, and adventure, too. Yes. I've stood eyeball-to-eyeball with death countless times and never, never once squinted. Oh, I've tasted life to the fullest, and still my tortured soul cries out - more! More! Oh, shit! Oh, oh, God, can there be any more?
Crow Reporter: How do it feel, Fritz? I mean, man, like Mars ain't around the corner.
Fritz: Oh you're so right. Hey, would you like to discuss this in private? Gee, you got a lovely pair of eyes.
Crow Reporter: In private?
Fritz: Mm-hmm. Yeah, sure. Listen, doll, I'd kind of like to give you a break. You know, kind of help pay back for what my people did to your people.
Crow Reporter: Yeah? What kind of a break?
Fritz: Well you know, an exclusive—an inside story.