Clemenza: It's as cold as they come, impossible to trace. So you don't worry about prints, Mike. I put a special tape on the trigger and the butt. Here, try it... What's the matter, trigger too tight?
Michael: Ow! My ears.
Clemenza: Yeah, I left it noisy. That way it scares any pain-in-the-ass innocent bystanders away. All right, you shot them both, now what do you do?
Michael: Sit down and finish my dinner.
Clemenza: Come on, kid, don't fool around. Just let your hand drop to your side and the gun slip out. Everyone will still think you've got it. They're gonna be staring at your face, Mike. So walk out of the place real fast, but you don't run. Don't look nobody directly in the eye, but don't look away either. They're gonna be scared stiff of you, believe me, so don't worry about nothing. You know, Mike, you're gonna turn out all right. You take a long vacation, nobody knows where, and we're gonna catch the hell.
Michael: How bad do you think it's gonna be?
Clemenza: Pretty goddam bad. Probably all the other Families will line up against us. That's all right. These things gotta happen every five years or so, ten years. Helps to get rid of the bad blood. Been ten years since the last one. You know, you gotta stop them at the beginning. Like they should have stopped Hitler at Munich, they should never let him get away with that, they was just asking for big trouble. You know, Mike, we was all proud of you being a hero and all. Your father too.
Clemenza prepares Michael for his meeting with Sollozzo.