My favorite scene was not very flashy, but it's the part where Tom Hagen and Frank Pentangeli share a cigar on the base where he is being protected. They discuss how in Roman times, when a plot against the emperor failed, the only honorable thing for the plotter to do was take a hot bath, open up his wrists and bleed to death. (“Don’t you worry about a thing, Frankie Five-Angels.”)


That scene always makes me wanna go light up a nice cigar.