Santino, come here. What's the matter with you? I think your brain is going soft... from all that comedy you're playing with that young girl. Never tell anybody outside the family what you're thinking again.
But now you come to me and say Don Corleone, you must give me justice. And you don't ask in respect or friendship. And you don't think to call me Godfather.
Someday, and that daymaynever 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.
