Friendship is everything. Friendship is more than talent. It is more than the government. It is almost the equal of family.
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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
[his last words] I'm a retired investor living on a pension. I came home to vote in the presidential election because they wouldn't give me an absentee ballot. [Seconds later, Rocco walks up to Roth and shoots him in the stomach, killing him]
I loved baseball ever since Arnold Rothstein fixed the World Series in 1919.
Senator Pat Geary: You can have the license. The price is $250,000...plus a monthly payment of 5% of the gross...of all four hotels...Mr. Corleone. Michael Corleone: Now, the price of the license is less than $20,000. Is that correct? Senator Pat Geary: Yes. Michael Corleone: So why would I ever…
[Before shooting occurs at the Michael Corleone estate] Michael, why are the drapes open?
I don't trust a doctor who can hardly speak English.
I don't—I never knew no godfather. I got my own family, senator.
Senator Pat Geary: Mr. Cici, was there always a buffer involved? Willi Cici: A what? Senator Pat Geary: A buffer. Someone in between you and your possible superiors who passed on to you the actual order to kill someone. Willi Cici: Oh yeah, a buffer. The family had a lot of buffers!
[while watching a 'Punch and Judy' puppet show] Oh, this is too violent for me!
Kay: It made me think of what you once told me: 'In five years the Corleone family will be completely legitimate.' That was seven years ago. Michael Corleone: I know. I'm trying, darling.
Hyman Roth always makes money for his partners. One by one, our old friends are gone. Death, natural or not, prison, deported. Hyman Roth is the only one left, because he always made money for his partners.
Hey, what's with the food around here? A kid comes up to me in a white jacket, gives me a Ritz cracker, and uh, chopped liver, he says, 'Canapes.' I said, uh, 'can of peas, my ass, that's a Ritz cracker and chopped liver!'
[picks up baby Michael, kisses him, holds him] Michael, your father loves you very much. Very much.
[flashback] Whatcha go to college? To get stupid? You're really stupid!
He's has been dying from the same heart attack for the last twenty years.
I don't want anything to happen to him while my mother's alive.
Carmine Rosato: We're all very happy about your decision, Frankie. You're not going to regret it! Frank Pentangeli: I don't like this C-note, Rosato. I take that as an insult. Tony Rosato: [wraps a garrote around Pentangeli's neck] Michael Corleone says 'Hello'! [drags Pentangeli to a back room and…
I want all of you to enjoy your cake, so...enjoy.
Michael Corleone: Anthony, I'm going to be leaving very early tomorrow. Anthony Corleone: Will you take me? Michael Corleone: No, I can't. Anthony Corleone: Why do you have to go? Michael Corleone: Because I have to do business. Anthony Corleone: I could help you. Michael Corleone: Someday you will.
Young man, I hear you and your friends are stealing goods. But you don't even send a dress to my house. No respect! You know I've got three daughters. This is my neighborhood. You and your friends should show me some respect. You should let me wet my beak a little. I hear you and your friends…