"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. But now you come to me and you say, 'Don Corleone, give me justice.' But you didn’t ask with respect; you didn’t offer friendship — you didn’t even call me 'godfather.' Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married and ask me for murder — for money."

Amerigo - Ross Rutledge
The Don - Bob McElvaine