Michael Corleone: C'mon Frankie...my father did business with Hyman Roth, he respected Hyman Roth. Frank Pentangeli: Your father did business with Hyman Roth, he respected Hyman Roth...but he never trusted Hyman Roth!
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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
[Geary is demanding a large bribe for a gaming license] Senator Pat Geary: I want your answer and the money by noon tomorrow. And one more thing. Don't you contact me again, ever. From now on, you deal with Turnbull. Michael Corleone: Senator? You can have my answer now, if you like. My final offer…
Senator Pat Geary: I despise your masquerade, the dishonest way you pose yourself. You and your whole fucking family. Michael Corleone: We're both part of the same hypocrisy, senator, but never think it applies to my family.
[during the play 'Senza Mamma'] Genco Abbandando: Vito, how do you like my little angel? Isn't she beautiful? Vito Corleone: She's very beautiful. To you, she's beautiful. For me, there's only my wife and son.
[Vito returns years later to Sicily and meets Don Ciccio, the man who murdered Vito's family] Don Ciccio: I see you took the name of the town. What was your father's name? Vito Corleone: Antonio Andolini. Don Ciccio: You'll have to speak up. I can't hear you Vito Corleone: My father's name was…
I know now that it's over. I knew it then. There would be no way, Michael...no way you could ever forgive me not with this Sicilian thing that's been going on for 2,000 years. [Michael loses control. He slaps Kay across the face. She falls onto the couch]
Oh, Michael. Michael, you are blind. It wasn't a miscarriage. It was an abortion. An abortion, Michael. Just like our marriage is an abortion. Something that's unholy and evil. I didn't want your son, Michael! I wouldn't bring another one of you sons into this world! It was an abortion, Michael! It…
If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it is that you can kill anyone.
What I am saying is, we have now what we have always needed, real partnership with the government.
I am a retired investor on a pension, and I wished to live there as a Jew in the twilight of my life.
Michael Corleone: I've always taken care of you, Fredo. Fredo Corleone: Taken care of me? You're my kid brother and you take care of me? Did you ever think about that, huh? Did you ever ONCE think about that? 'Send Fredo off to do this; Send Fredo off to do that.' 'Let Fredo take care of some Mickey…
I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart!
[about the unrest in Cuba] Michael Corleone: I saw a strange thing today. Some rebels were being arrested. One of them pulled the pin on a grenade. He took himself and the captain of the command with him. Now, soldiers are paid to fight; the rebels aren't. Hyman Roth: What does that tell you?…
I don't feel I have to wipe everybody out, Tom. Just my enemies.
My father taught me many things here—he taught me in this room. He taught me: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
I make him an offer he don' refuse. Don' worry.
Michael Corleone: If someone is going around this city saying, 'Fuck Michael Corleone,' what do we do with a piece of shit like that? He's a fuckin' dog. Joey Zasa: Yes, it's true. If someone were to say such a thing, they would not be a friend. They would be a dog.
Vincent Mancini: You like to gamble? Why don't we go to Atlantic City? My town. I'll show you how to gamble. Grace Hamilton: Yeah, but I like to win. How will I know what numbers to pick? Vincent Mancini: Do I look okay like a guy who's gonna lose?
Uncle Michael, listen—I know you're into banks and Wall Street, but everyone knows you're the final word, you're like the Supreme Court. All I want to do is protect you from these guys and your lawyers can't do that.
Altobello, you FUCK! You deceitful old fuck!