Another nice touch: In Havana, after Roth finishes his soliloquey and goes to take a nap, notice the patronizing look on Johnny Ola's face as he stares at Michael. It's as if he's saying, "You may think you're a bigshot, Michael, but you're a bush-leaguer compared to Mr. Roth."
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.
