[Intro]
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, for help
I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is 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, police protected you, and there were courts of law
And you didn't need a friend like me
But, uh, now you come to me and you say, "Don Corleone, give me justice"
But you don't ask with respect
You don't offer friendship
You don't even think to call me Godfather
You sit, you come into my house on the day my daughter's to be married and you ask me to do murder for money
I ask you for justice
That is not justice, your daughter is still alive
Let them suffer then, as she suffers
How much shall I pay you?