But I am a superstitious man. And if some unlucky accident should befall my son, should he hang himself in his jail cell, should he get shot in the
head by a police officer or if he gets struck in the head by a bolt of lightning, then I am going to blame some of the people in this room. And that I
will not forgive.
What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would
be suffering this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would
fear you.
Senator? You can have my answer now, if you like. My final offer is this: nothing. Not even the fee for the gaming license, which I would
appreciate if you would put up personally.
Don Corleone, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your home on the wedding day of your daughter. And may their first child be a
masculine child.