But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money.
Good. Someday, and that day may never come, I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day – accept this justice as a gift on my daughter’s wedding day
I buy you you don’t buy me out
fredo, you’re mine older brother and i love you, but don’t ever takes side with anyone against the family again….ever.
I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.
(more to come)