Another little gem: When Michael takes his family to Sicily for a visit (and for revenge against Don Ciccio and his men), they're all sitting at a table, outdoors. Little Sonny is being kitchy-cooed by an old Sicilian lady--and he rolls his eyes.
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
