That I cannot do
I'll give you anything you ask
We've known each other many years but this is the first time you
Ever came to me for counsel or help. I can't remember the last time
You invited me to your house for a cup of coffee. Even though my
Wife was godmother to your only child. But let's be frank here, you
Never wanted my friendship. And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt
I didn't want to get into trouble
I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good trade
You made a good living, the police protected you and there were
Courts of law. You didn't need a friend like me. But uh, now you
Come to me to say, Don Corleone, give me justice. You don't ask
For respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to
Call me Godfather. You said you'd come into my house on the day
My daughter is to be married and you ask me for the murder, money
I ask you for justice
That is not justice, your daughter is still alive
Letting her suffer then, as she suffers. How much shall I pay you?