Phil Leotardo

"There's been confirmation, through the grapevine. Vito was seen in a car with a man. I don't want to get graphic beyond that, the idea repulses me so much."
Take your fucking sorrys, and stick 'em in your ass:
"You don't ever admit the existence of this thing. Ever"
Due to my "old-school" mentality, I've developed contempt for formerly close friends who have displayed what I see as "effeminate" qualities: particularly for Vito when his homosexuality was revealed, and even my own boss Johnny Sack for sobbing when forced to leave his daughter's wedding. At the wedding, I also watched as Tony collapsed when asked to remove his shoes. My homophobia is portrayed as excessive even by Mafia standards, reflecting a very personal obsession.
Leonardo was a great Italian and that was our name originally, Leonardo. But many years ago, when my grandpa came over from Sicily, they changed it at Ellis Island from Leonardo to Leotardo...because they're stupid. And jealous. They disrespected a proud Italian heritage, and named us after a ballet costume.
You want compromise, how's this? Twenty years in the can I wanted manicott', but I compromised. I ate grilled cheese off the radiator instead. I wanted to fuck a woman, but I compromised. I jacked off into a tissue. You see where I'm goin'?