Jesus Christ! That’s Jason Bourne!
Hey! It’s Enrico Palazzo!
I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart.
Nice speech, Eve. But I wouldn’t worry too much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.
You people with hearts, have something to guide you, and need never do wrong, but I have no heart, and so I must be very careful.
No, no… you can’t get away. From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee…
Stabbed? Takes a second. Crucifixion lasts hours. It’s a slow, horrible death.
Well, at least it gets you out in the open air.
Forgive them, Father. They know not what they do.
Father, I wish you’d try a little love and compassion instead of these harsh punishments.
Ah, he ain’t heavy, Fadduh! He’s my brudduh!
Are you telling me, the mudder ate her fodder?
Gentlemen, Chicolini here may talk like an idiot, and look like an idiot, but don’t let that fool you: he really is an idiot.
Children. I work with children.
Yeah, how about it, teach? You got a big mouth. Tell me to do this, do that. Are you big enough to take me to the principal’s office? Beacause that’s what you’re gonna have to do. Take me. So, come on! Take me! Come on!
I’m running a high school now. I’m in charge of it. I’m the principal.
You’re missin’ the point. The success of the band was irrelevant - you raised their expectations of life, you lifted their horizons. Sure we could have been famous and made albums and stuff, but that would have been predictable. This way it’s poetry.
The one-hit Wonders. A very common tale.
Frankly, if you really want to know, I don’t care for it. It’s too wishy-washy. “If you leave me, why leave me? Life will go on. Why go on living?” It’s not like a Beach Boys song. Your brothers are going to hate it.
Keep the faith, brothers!
After tonight if they speak of you, they’ll only speak of how you begged for death. And how I being a merciful Lord… obliged.