Jack Woltz: All right. Start talking.
Tom Hagen: I was sent by a friend of Johnny Fontane. His friend is my client. Would give his undying friendship to Mr. Woltz if Mr. Woltz would grant us a small favor.
Jack Woltz: Woltz is listening.
Tom Hagen: Give Johnny the part in that new war film you're starting next week.
Jack Woltz: Ha ha ha! And what favor would your friend grant Mr. Woltz?
Tom Hagen: You're going to have some union problems. My client could make them disappear. Also, one of your top stars has just moved from marijuana to heroin.
Jack Woltz: Are you trying to muscle me?
Tom Hagen: Absolutely not.
Jack Woltz: Now listen to me, you smooth-talking son of a bitch! Let me lay it on the line for you and your boss, whoever he is! Johnny Fontane will never get that movie! I don't care how many dago, guinea, wop, grease-ball goombahs come out of the woodwork!
Tom Hagen: I'm German Irish.
Jack Woltz: Well, let me tell you something, my kraut-mick friend. I'm gonna make so much trouble for you, you won't know what hit you.
Tom Hagen: Mr. Woltz, I?m a lawyer. I have not threatened you.
Jack Woltz: I know almost every big lawyer in New York. Who the hell are you?
Tom Hagen: I have a special practice. I handle one client. Now, you have my number. I'll wait for your call. By the way, I admire your pictures very much.
Jack Woltz: Check him out.
Tom arrives at Woltz's studios in California. Woltz signs a form then walks toward the door with To. When Tom exits, Woltz gives an order to an associate.