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When I Was Young, Some Women Told Me They Loved Me For My Long Eyelashes. I Accepted. Later It Was For My Wit. Then For My Power And Money. Then For My Talent. Then For My Mind-deep. Ok, I Can Handle All Of It. The Only Woman Who Scares Me Is The One Who Loves Me For Myself Alone. I Have Plans For Her. I Have Poisons And Daggers And Dark Graves In Caves To Hide Her Head. She Can't Be Allowed To Live. Especially If She's Sexually Faithful And Never Lies And Always Puts Me Ahead Of Everything And Everyone.

Every Family Has Bad Memories.

Yet, He Thought, If I Can Die Saying, "life Is So Beautiful," Then Nothing Else Is Important. If I Can Believe In Myself That Much, Nothing Else Matters.

You Can't Hide The Thunderbolt. When It Hits You, Everybody Can See It. Christ, Man, Don't Be Ashamed Of It, Some Men Pray For The Thunderbolt. You're A Very Lucky Fellow. - Calo

Fredo, You're My Older Brother And I Love You. But Don't Ever Take Sides Against The Family Again. Ever.