Where's Fat Tony?

On of the funniest things I ever heard. I was strolling along a snow-covered 7th Ave in Park Slope. New York was just out of a winter blizzard that dumped feet of snow all over the city. Walls of snow had been cleared off the streets by workers, pushed to the sidewalks where pedestrians carved their own paths.

Two street cleaning workers were standing by a plaw and a dump truck. One leaned on his shovel for support after a long day. The other was smoking, looking down the street at the snow they had yet to clear. They had the quickest conversation in pure Brooklynese:

The shovel leaner called out to the smoker: "Yo! Where's fat Tony?!"

The smoker called back, "He's ova dere! Bein' fat!"