All Quotes tagged Trouble(62)

Joey Zasa: The Miucci association and elected you their Italian American man of the year. [hands Michael a plaque]

Michael Corleone: Oh, Miucci. Who's Miucci?

Joey Zasa: He's the Italian American who invented the telephone. He did it one year before Alexander Graham Bell.

Michael Corleone: Oh. And this is the reason you have come to my home on this day.

Joey Zasa: I have a stone in my shoe, Mr. Corleone. A two-bit punk who works for me. Who thinks he's related to you. A bastard.

Al Neri: He's here. Vincent Mancini. He's at the party.

Michael Corleone: Well, bring him in.

Joey Zasa: I think it's good that we talk. I have a problem. Now I have to find out if it is my problem or your problem.

Michael Corleone: Joey, your business is your business. I have no interest, no percentages. I'm out.

Joey Zasa: Good, then it is my problem.

Connie: [Connie and Vincent enter] Michael, you know Vincent Mancini. Sonny's boy.

Vincent Mancini: Hey, how you doin' Mr. Corleone.

Michael Corleone: How you doing.

Vincent Mancini: I'm doin' good. How you doin'?

Michael Corleone: Good.

Vincent Mancini: Nice party.

Michael Corleone: Oh, you like it?

Vincent Mancini: Yeah, I had to sneak in.

Michael Corleone: Well, you dressed for it. What's the trouble between you and Mr. Joe Zasa?

Vincent Mancini: Just trouble. I'll take care of it.

Michael Corleone: That's foolish of you.

Vincent Mancini: Foolish of me? It's a little foolish of this guy don't you think? Right? RIGHT!

Michael Corleone: Temper like his father. Vincent, Mr. Joe Zasa now owns what used to be the Corleone family business in New York. Out of the kindness of his heart he gave you a job with his family. Contrary to my advice you took the job. I offered you something better. Something in the legitimate world. You turned me down. Now you both come to me with this bad blood. What do you expect me to do? Am I a gangster?

Vincent Mancini: No, no, you're not a gangster, Uncle Mike.

Connie: Michael, that's Papa's old neighborhood now it's a sewer. Zasa runs it like a disgrace the ladies told me.

Don Corleone: We have known each other many years, but this is the first time you've come to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is godmother to your only child. But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And you feared to be in my debt.

Bonasera: I didn't want to get into trouble.

Don Corleone: I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. So you didn't need a friend like me. Now you come and say 'Don Corleone, give me justice.' But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me 'Godfather.' You come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married and you ask me to do murder—'for money.

Bonasera: I ask you for justice.

Don Corleone: That is not justice. Your daughter is alive.

Bonasera: Let them suffer then as she suffers. [the Don is silent] How much shall I pay you? [the Don turns away dismissively, but Bonasera stays on]

Don Corleone: Bonasera, Bonasera, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, this scum who ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by some chance an honest man like yourself made enemies they would become my enemies. And then, they would fear you.

Bonasera: Be my friend... Godfather. [the Don at first shrugs, but upon hearing the title he lifts his hand, and a humbled Bonasera kisses the ring on it]

Don Corleone: Good. [He places his hand around Bonasera in a paternal gesture]

Don Corleone: Some day, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, consider this justice a gift on my daughter's wedding day. [a gratified Bonasera offers his thanks and leaves...to Hagen] Give this job to Clemenza. I want reliable people, people who aren't going to be carried away. I mean, we're not murderers, in spite of what this undertaker thinks...