The Family Corleone

It is my greatest wish to be thought of as a godfather, a man whose duty it is to do my friends any service, to help my friends out of any trouble- with advice, with money, with my own strength in men and influence- To everyone at this table, I say your enemies are my enemies, and your friends are my friends.

Boys. It’s late. If you’re not gonna kill me, what do you want?

Sicilians never forget and they never forgive. This is a truth you must always keep in mind.

This is a tough business. The cops, the army…,” he said, and he appeared to be struggling for words. “Put a uniform on somebody, tell ’em you got to kill this other guy because he’s the bad guy, you got to kill him—and then anybody can pull the trigger. But in this business, sometimes you got to kill people who maybe they’re your friends.” He stopped and shrugged, as if he were taking a moment to think about this himself. “That’s the way it is in this business. Sometimes maybe it’s even people you love and you got to do it. That’s just the way it is,” he repeated, “in this business.

Ah, the Irish. We’re a hopeless lot.

Firenza said, “I kind of like Pete. He’s a funny guy.” “We’ll send him a nice wreath,” Bocatelli said. “The family will appreciate it.

Don’t write if you can talk, don’t talk if you can nod your head, don’t nod your head if you don’t have to.

You’re not such tough guys,” she said, “you Corleones.” Tom Hagen touched the brim of his cap, straightening it on his head. He watched Kelly where she stood brazenly just outside her door. He said, “I’m not sure I’m entirely representative of my family.

Eh!” Clemenza yelled. He pulled a moist handkerchief from his rumpled jacket and mopped his forehead. “What’s with all the oranges? Everywhere I look, there’s bowls of oranges.

Sonny. “I curse the day I met you,” he said, “you and your family,” and he said it evenly, without malice or anger.

—Il diavolo! —dijo Clemenza—. Vinnie Suits, de Brooklyn, jura que vio a Brasi recibir una bala a quemarropa en el corazón, levantarse y salir andando como si no hubiese ocurrido nada.