I dont care how many dago guinea wop greasebell gumbahs come out of the woodwork. Kay never gets that picture! For five years we had her under training. Singing lessons, acting lessons, dancing lessons...And let me be even more frank just to show you I'm not a hard hearted man. She was beautiful, she was young, she was innocent. She was she was the best piece of stuff I ever had and I've had 'em all over the world.

Then along comes Al Pacino with his olive oil voice and guinea charm and she goes to his party and wears this god-awful burnt orange outfit. She wore it to make me look ridiculous, and a man in my position cannot afford to be made to look ridiculous.