That's alright -- this thing's gotta happen every five years or so -- ten years -- helps to get rid of the bad blood.
No; no; no! No more! Not this time, consiglieri. No more quizes, no more discussions, no more dontomasso tricks. You give'em one message: I want a tough quiz -- if not, it's all-out war -- we go to the mattresses... After the quiz thing, Turnbull got mad. He hit Michelle 4 o'clock this morning.
Yeah? Well your getting qute a reputation for yourself! Now hear me out. Things are starting to loosen up. If we keep up this war business will suffer.
"Io sono stanco, sono imbigliato, and I wan't everyone here to know, there ain't gonna be no trouble from me..Don Corleone..Cicc' a port!"
