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 it. I told you I can handle it, I'll handle it. [the Don rises as if to leave, but changes his mind midway and seats himself closer to Michael]

Don Corleone: I knew Santino was going to have to go through all this and Fredo... well, Fredo was... But I, I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life, I don't apologize, to take care of my family. And I refused to be a fool dancing on the strings held by all of those big shots. That's my life, I don't apologize for that. But I always thought that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator Corleone, Governor Corleone, something.

Michael: Another pezzonovante.

Don Corleone: Well, there wasn't enough time, Michael. There just wasn't enough time.

Michael: We'll get there, Pop. We'll get there. [the Don kisses his son on the forehead]