Don Fanucci: (in Italian) Young man, I hear you and your friends are stealing goods. But you don't even send a dress to my house. No respect! You know I've got three daughters. This is my neighborhood. You and your friends should show me some respect. You should let me wet my beak a little. I hear you and your friends cleared $600 each. Give me $200 each, for your own protection. And I'll forget the insult. You young punks have to learn to respect a man like me! Otherwise the cops will come to your house. And your family will be ruined. Of course, if I'm wrong about how much you stole, I'll take a little less. And by less, I only mean... a hundred bucks less. Now don't refuse me. Understand, paisan? Understand, paisan?... Vito: I understand. My friends and I share all the money. So first, I have to talk to them. Don Fanucci: Tell your friends I don't want a lot. Just enough to wet my beak. Don't be afraid to tell them!


The scene changes again to old New York. Vito driving down the street is joined by Don Fanucci, who jumps in the car as it's moving. They all are speaking in Italian.