Let Us Be Separated By Wars And

Michael: Barzini Will Set Me Up Through Somebody Close... That, Supposedly, I Won't Suspect. Hagen: Somebody Like Me. Michael: You're Irish, They Won't Trust You. Hagen: I'm German-american. Michael: To Them That's Irish.

Leave The Gun. Take The Cannoli.

Actions Defined A Man; Words Were A Fart In The Wind

Michael Could Never Remember His Father Ever Having Uttered A Word About Death, As If The Don Respected Death Too Much To Philosophize About It.

Falling In Love Is Great But Being In Love Is A Disaster