Godfather

I understand. You found paradise in America, had a good trade, made a good living. Thepolice protected you; and there were courts of law. And you didn't need a friend of me. Butuh, now you come to me and you say -- "Don Corleone give me justice." -- But you don't askwith respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead,you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you uh ask me to domurder, for money.Bonasera... Bonasera... What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? Hadyou come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be sufferingthis very day. And that by chance if an honest man such as yourself should make enemies,then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.. width="425" height="350" ..