That's alright -- this thing's gotta happen every five years or so -- ten years -- helps to get rid of the bad blood.
No; no; no! No more! Not this time, consiglieri. No more quizes, no more discussions, no more dontomasso tricks. You give'em one message: I want a tough quiz -- if not, it's all-out war -- we go to the mattresses... After the quiz thing, Turnbull got mad. He hit Michelle 4 o'clock this morning.
Yeah? Well your getting qute a reputation for yourself! Now hear me out. Things are starting to loosen up. If we keep up this war business will suffer.
Well, then, business will have to suffer, alright? And listen -- do me a favor, Tomasso -- No more advice on how to patch things up. Just help me win this quiz, please, alright?
Don Cardi
Five - ten years from now, they're gonna wish there was American Cosa Nostra. Five - ten years from now, they're gonna miss John Gotti.
