[after Sonny beats up Carlo Rizzi for hitting Connie] You touch my sister again, I'll kill you.
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Mario Puzo
Mario Gianluigi Puzo (/ˈpuːzoʊ/; Italian: [ˈmaːrjo ˈpuddzo]; October 15, 1920 – July 2, 1999) was an American author, screenwriter and journalist of Italian descent. He is known for his crime novels about the Mafia, most notably The Godfather (1969), which he later co-adapted into a three-part film saga directed by Francis Ford Coppola. He received the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay for the first film in 1972 and Part II in 1974. Puzo also wrote the original screenplay for the 1978 Superman film. His last novel, The Family, was released posthumously in 2001. 2Life and career Puzo was born in the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood of New York City, into a poor family from Pietradefusi, Province of Avellino, Campania, Italy. Many of his books draw heavily on this heritage. After graduating from the City College of New York, he joined the United States Army Air Forces in World War II. Due to his poor eyesight, the military did not let him undertake combat duties but made him a public relations officer stationed in Germany. In 1950, his first short story, "The Last Christmas", was published in American Vanguard. After the war, he wrote his first book, The Dark Arena, which was published in 195
[as Tessio and Hagen walk to Michael's house, they are met by a bodyguard, Willi Cicci] Willi Cicci: Sal... Tom... the boss says he'll come in a separate car. He says for you two to go on ahead. Tessio: Hell, he can't do that; that screws up all my arrangements. Willi Cicci: Well, that's what he…
Sonny: Hey, whaddya gonna do, nice college boy, eh? Didn't want to get mixed up in the Family business, huh? Now you wanna gun down a police captain. Why? Because he slapped ya in the face a little bit? Hah? What do you think this is the Army, where you shoot 'em a mile away? You've gotta get up…
Tessio: Barzini's people chisel my territory and we do nothing about it. Pretty soon there won't be anyplace in Brooklyn that I can hang my hat. Michael: Try and be patient. Clemenza: I'm not asking for help, Mike, just take off the handcuffs. Michael: Be patient. Clemenza: We gotta protect…
Jack Woltz: All right, start talking! Tom Hagen: I come from a personal friend of Mr Johnny Fontane. That friend promises his undying friendship if you would do him a small favor. Jack Woltz: What's that? Tom Hagen: Give Johnny a part in that war movie you're starting next week. [Woltz signs a…
I also don't believe in drugs. For years I paid my people extra so they wouldn't do that kind of business. Somebody comes to them and says, 'I have powders; if you put up three, four thousand dollar investment, we can make fifty thousand distributing.' So they can't resist. I want to control it as a…
Michael: You have to answer for Santino, Carlo. You fingered Sonny for the Barzini people. Carlo Rizzi: Mike, you got it all wrong. Michael: Ah, that little farce you played with my sister. You think that would fool a Corleone? Carlo Rizzi: Mike, I'm innocent. I swear on the kids. Michael: Sit down.…
Tom Hagen: Sollozzo is known as the Turk. He's supposed to be very good with a knife. But only in matters of business, or of some sort of reasonable complaint. His business is narcotics. He has the fields in Turkey, where they grow the poppy. In Sicily he has the plant to process it into heroin. He…
Michael Corleone: Where does it say that you can't kill a cop? Tom Hagen: Come on, Mikey... Michael Corleone: Tom, wait a minute. I'm talking about a cop that's mixed up in drugs. I'm talking about a—a—a dishonest cop—a crooked cop who got mixed up in the rackets and got what was coming to him.…
I have to get back to work. It's part of the wedding. No Sicilian can ever refuse a request on his daughter's wedding day.
Don Corleone: Call Bonasera. We need him now. [Tom Hagen calls Amerigo Bonasera] Tom Hagen: [on the phone] This is Tom Hagen, calling for Vito Corleone at his request. Now, you owe your Don a service. He has no doubt that you will repay him. In one hour he will be at your funeral parlor to ask for…
Sonny: Hey, listen, I want somebody good—and I mean very good—to plant that gun. I don't want my brother coming out of that toilet with just his dick in his hands, alright? Clemenza: The gun'll be there.
[to Michael] Listen, whoever comes to you with this Barzini meeting, he's the traitor. Don't forget that.
[to the Don, quietly] Just lie here, Pop. I'll take care of you now. I'm with you now. I'm with you. [he takes the Don's hand and kisses it, the Don begins to cry]
Tom Hagen: When I meet with Tattaglia's men, should I insist all their drug middlemen have clean records? Don Corleone: Mention it, don't insist. But Barzini will know that without being told. Tom Hagen: You mean Tattaglia... Don Corleone: Tattaglia is a pimp. He never could have outfought Santino.…
[Clemenza prepares Michael for his meeting with Sollozzo] Clemenza: [holding up a .22] It's as cold as they come, impossible to trace. So you don't have to worry about prints, Mike. I put a special tape on the trigger and the butt. Here, try it... [Michael takes the gun, but can't seem to fire it]…
[at midnight, Don Corleone walks into his office and finds Tom Hagen taking a drink] Don Corleone: Give me a drop. [Hagen hands the Don his glass of anisette] My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house. Consigliere of mine, I think it's time you told your Don what everyone seems to…
Don Corleone: Oh, I want you to arrange to have a telephone man check all the calls going in and out of here because it could be anyone... Michael: I did that already, Pop. I took care of that. Don Corleone: Oh, that's right. I forgot. Michael: What's the matter? What's bothering you? I'll handle…
[Michael sees a man dressed in black coming to Vito's hospital room] Michael Corleone: Who are you? Enzo the Baker: I am Enzo. The baker. Do you remember me? Michael Corleone: Enzo... Enzo the Baker: Yes, Enzo. Michael Corleone: You better get out of here, Enzo, there's gonna be trouble. Enzo the…
[Sunday dinner at the Corleone home... ] Sonny: Niggers havin' a real good time up in Harlem... Carlo Rizzi: I knew that was going to happen as soon as they tasted the big money. Connie: Papa never talked about business in front of the kids. Carlo Rizzi: Shut up, Connie. Sonny: Hey, don't you EVER…