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You didn't need a friend like me. But now you come to me and you say, "Don Corleone, give me justice." but you don't ask with 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 ask me to do murder for money.


Don Corleone sits in his desk chair holding a kitten in his lap. Bonasera stands in front of his desk.