04-18-2020, 12:37 PM
I can't remember which video it was exactly that sparked this idea so I'll just have
to post the comment I wanted to leave but didn't. It was months and months ago
when I had this idea for a comment. So I just today hammered this out from memory.
It was for a Frank Tufano video.
Let me start this off by saying this is in NO WAY meant to be mean to Frankie
or make fun of him or any of his family members. From what I've seen in his
videos his mother is a dear, dear lady and his sister is a real sweetheart. So I just
want to make my stance clear before posting. Frankie being an Italian, and a New York
Italian at that, I'm sure he's extremely familiar with the act of breaking balls.
This was all done in the spirit of good-natured comedy.
Frank's Video Day
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
FRANK TUFANO, a YouTube carnivore enthusiast, is about to hit
record on his camera. It's video day. Hell, everyday is video
day! Aaaaand ACTION!!
FRANK
You know what's really starting to bother me?
Frank is interrupted by a light knock on his door that
immediately gives way to a slow opening. Sheepishly peering
in through the crack is his sister, GINA TUFANO.
GINA
Frankie? Ma' wanted to know--
FRANK
(annoyed, interrupting)
Yes, Gina, I am STILL going to
Whole Foods later. I already told--
GINA
(interrupting)
She wanted to know if you'd get her
the fish, I think it was the
salmon.
Suddenly, popping up out of nowhere next to Gina is Frank's
mother, MRS. TUFANO.
MRS. TUFANO
It's the fresh salmon, Frankie, not the frozen.
Last time I think it was a little freezer-burned.
Your father barely touched his.
Frankie sighs deeply just as his father, MR. TUFANO, belts
out an opinion from the bedroom next door.
MR. TUFANO
(off camera)
Don't get that frozen crap, it
wadn't no good! Ya hear me Frankie?
Frank closes his eyes and shifts his would-be gaze towards
the floor.
FRANK
(loudly)
Yeah, pop, I hear ya. No frozen fish.
MR. TUFANO
(off camera)
And get a haircut! You're lookin'
like a Puerto Rican who-uh!
Frank facepalms. Then addresses his mother and sister.
FRANK
OK, OK, I got it, I don't have time
for this. I'm trying to make
today's video. Can you please
excuse--
MRS. TUFANO
(interrupting)
You're doing a wonderful job
Frankie. Your videos are fantastic.
Mrs. Tufano turns to look towards the bedroom door where her
husband is lounging, and then back to Frankie, as if to see
if the 'coast is clear'.
MRS. TUFANO (CONT'D)
(lowered voice)
And your hair looks great. Don't
listen to ya father.
Growing slightly more impatient, Frank steps closer to the door.
FRANK
OK, got it, now let me get this done.
Gina closes the door, only to slowly reopen it.
GINA
There was one other thing.
Gina then pushes the door open wide, showing the outside of
the door where a large red dot had been drawn, with what
looks like a Sharpie marker, with the words 'ON AIR'
hastily scribbled beneath it.
Frankie and Gina both look up at the door. Then at each other.
GINA (CONT'D)
Pop said could you please stop
marking up the door. He's almost
out of paint again.
Frankie is now a controlled explosion.
FRANK
Gina, do you think what I'm doing
here is a joke? Do you have any
idea how much work goes into one of
my videos? All the hours of
research and fact-checking. Not to
mention the abuse I get just trying
to bring truthful information to
people!
Gina is about to respond to her brother when again, as if on
some kind of invisible cue, out pops his mother.
MRS. TUFANO
Honey, we know you're under a lot
of pressure. You've got so much
going on, working so hard. We get
it. Just, could you maybe stop with
the marker?. It's really stressing
your father out.
Frankie sighs deeply and stares back towards his camera.
MRS. TUFANO (CONT'D)
(lowered voice)
He didn't want to say anything
himself. He knows how much all this
means to you.
She leans in to hug her son, giving him a quick peck on the
cheek before disappearing again into the hallway.
Gina and Frank stand silent for a brief moment.
GINA
Your last video was great.
FRANK
I'm closing the door now, Gina.
GINA
OK, OK, sorry to bother you.
Frank pushes the door almost closed as Gina quickly reappears
in the space left open.
GINA (CONT'D)
And the salmon, fresh not frozen, OK?
Frank throws his head back, staring up at the ceiling.
FRANK
Jesus Christ, YES, Gina, fresh, I got it.
GINA
OK, just making sure. Sorry.
I'll let you get back to your video.
Frank cracks a subtle yet sarcastic smile and begins to push
the door closed when a voice from the bedroom next door once
again rings out.
MR. TUFANO
(off camera)
And stop markin' up my doors,
Frankie, this ain't freakin'
preschool ova here!
EXT. HALLWAY
The door closes fully. The red markings showing faintly in
the dim light of the hall. Pecking sounds can be heard from
inside Frank's bedroom. He returns to making his video.
FRANK
(through the door)
You know what's really starting to
bother me?
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to post the comment I wanted to leave but didn't. It was months and months ago
when I had this idea for a comment. So I just today hammered this out from memory.
It was for a Frank Tufano video.
Let me start this off by saying this is in NO WAY meant to be mean to Frankie
or make fun of him or any of his family members. From what I've seen in his
videos his mother is a dear, dear lady and his sister is a real sweetheart. So I just
want to make my stance clear before posting. Frankie being an Italian, and a New York
Italian at that, I'm sure he's extremely familiar with the act of breaking balls.
This was all done in the spirit of good-natured comedy.
Frank's Video Day
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
FRANK TUFANO, a YouTube carnivore enthusiast, is about to hit
record on his camera. It's video day. Hell, everyday is video
day! Aaaaand ACTION!!
FRANK
You know what's really starting to bother me?
Frank is interrupted by a light knock on his door that
immediately gives way to a slow opening. Sheepishly peering
in through the crack is his sister, GINA TUFANO.
GINA
Frankie? Ma' wanted to know--
FRANK
(annoyed, interrupting)
Yes, Gina, I am STILL going to
Whole Foods later. I already told--
GINA
(interrupting)
She wanted to know if you'd get her
the fish, I think it was the
salmon.
Suddenly, popping up out of nowhere next to Gina is Frank's
mother, MRS. TUFANO.
MRS. TUFANO
It's the fresh salmon, Frankie, not the frozen.
Last time I think it was a little freezer-burned.
Your father barely touched his.
Frankie sighs deeply just as his father, MR. TUFANO, belts
out an opinion from the bedroom next door.
MR. TUFANO
(off camera)
Don't get that frozen crap, it
wadn't no good! Ya hear me Frankie?
Frank closes his eyes and shifts his would-be gaze towards
the floor.
FRANK
(loudly)
Yeah, pop, I hear ya. No frozen fish.
MR. TUFANO
(off camera)
And get a haircut! You're lookin'
like a Puerto Rican who-uh!
Frank facepalms. Then addresses his mother and sister.
FRANK
OK, OK, I got it, I don't have time
for this. I'm trying to make
today's video. Can you please
excuse--
MRS. TUFANO
(interrupting)
You're doing a wonderful job
Frankie. Your videos are fantastic.
Mrs. Tufano turns to look towards the bedroom door where her
husband is lounging, and then back to Frankie, as if to see
if the 'coast is clear'.
MRS. TUFANO (CONT'D)
(lowered voice)
And your hair looks great. Don't
listen to ya father.
Growing slightly more impatient, Frank steps closer to the door.
FRANK
OK, got it, now let me get this done.
Gina closes the door, only to slowly reopen it.
GINA
There was one other thing.
Gina then pushes the door open wide, showing the outside of
the door where a large red dot had been drawn, with what
looks like a Sharpie marker, with the words 'ON AIR'
hastily scribbled beneath it.
Frankie and Gina both look up at the door. Then at each other.
GINA (CONT'D)
Pop said could you please stop
marking up the door. He's almost
out of paint again.
Frankie is now a controlled explosion.
FRANK
Gina, do you think what I'm doing
here is a joke? Do you have any
idea how much work goes into one of
my videos? All the hours of
research and fact-checking. Not to
mention the abuse I get just trying
to bring truthful information to
people!
Gina is about to respond to her brother when again, as if on
some kind of invisible cue, out pops his mother.
MRS. TUFANO
Honey, we know you're under a lot
of pressure. You've got so much
going on, working so hard. We get
it. Just, could you maybe stop with
the marker?. It's really stressing
your father out.
Frankie sighs deeply and stares back towards his camera.
MRS. TUFANO (CONT'D)
(lowered voice)
He didn't want to say anything
himself. He knows how much all this
means to you.
She leans in to hug her son, giving him a quick peck on the
cheek before disappearing again into the hallway.
Gina and Frank stand silent for a brief moment.
GINA
Your last video was great.
FRANK
I'm closing the door now, Gina.
GINA
OK, OK, sorry to bother you.
Frank pushes the door almost closed as Gina quickly reappears
in the space left open.
GINA (CONT'D)
And the salmon, fresh not frozen, OK?
Frank throws his head back, staring up at the ceiling.
FRANK
Jesus Christ, YES, Gina, fresh, I got it.
GINA
OK, just making sure. Sorry.
I'll let you get back to your video.
Frank cracks a subtle yet sarcastic smile and begins to push
the door closed when a voice from the bedroom next door once
again rings out.
MR. TUFANO
(off camera)
And stop markin' up my doors,
Frankie, this ain't freakin'
preschool ova here!
EXT. HALLWAY
The door closes fully. The red markings showing faintly in
the dim light of the hall. Pecking sounds can be heard from
inside Frank's bedroom. He returns to making his video.
FRANK
(through the door)
You know what's really starting to
bother me?
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