To: Old Teufel Hunden
I understand. You found paradise in America, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. 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
6 posted on
04/02/2012 6:21:56 AM PDT by
Vaquero
(Don't pick a fight with an old guy. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.)
To: Vaquero
“I’m-a ask with respect, Godfather. How come your checks are so big?”
8 posted on
04/02/2012 7:10:15 AM PDT by
righttackle44
(I may not be much, but I raised a United States Marine.)
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