Leave the gun, take the cannoli.
These things gotta happen every five years or so, ten years. Helps to get rid of the bad blood.
Hey, Mikey, why don’t you tell that nice girl you love her? ‘Cause she might love you back, you know.
The Godfather is sick, you know, like, ah, in bed, with, ah, no, no, no. He’s gonna be alright, you know. The doctors, they’re talking. Yeah.