Godfather Movie Dialogues

DON CORLEONE: Bonasera, we know each other for years, but this is the first time you come to me for help. I don't remember the last time you invited me to your house for cookies...even though our wives are friends.

BONASERA: What do you want of me? I'll give you anything you want, but do what I ask!

DON CORLEONE: And what is that Bonasera?

Tito Bonasera whispers into the Vito's ear.

DON CORLEONE: No. You ask for too much Bonasera.

BONASERA: I ask for Justice!

DON CORLEONE: I'll give you a Justice!

BONASERA: An eye for an eye!

DON CORLEONE: But your daughter is still alive.

BONASERA: Then make them suffer as she suffers. How much shall I pay you?

Both Hagen and Sonny come in office.

DON CORLEONE: You never think to protect yourself with real friends. You think it's enough to be an American. All right, the Police protects you, there are Courts of Law, so you don't need a friend like me. But now you come to me and say Don Corleone, you must give me justice. And you don't ask in respect or friendship. And you don't think to call me Godfather; instead you come to my house on the day my daughter is to be married and you ask me to do murder...for money.

BONASERA: Look in sorry, but America has been good to me...

DON CORLEONE: Then take the justice from the judge, the bitter with the sweet, Bonasera. But if you come to me with your friendship, your loyalty, then your enemies become my enemies, and then, believe me, they would fear you...

Slowly, Bonasera bows his head and murmurs.

BONASERA: Be my friend Godfather.

DON CORLEONE: Good. From me you'll get Justice.

BONASERA: Thank U Godfather. Lol Godfather

DON CORLEONE: Some day, and that day may never come, I would like to call upon you to do me a service in return.

EXT DAY: MALL (SUMMER 1945)

A High Angel of the Corleone Mall in bright daylight. There are at least five hundred guests filling the main courtyard and gardens. There is music and laughing and dancing and countless tables covered with food and wine.

Don Corleone stands at the Gate, flanked on either side by a son: Fredo and Sonny, all dressed in the formal attire of the wedding party. He warmly shakes the hands, squeezes the hands of the friends and guests, pinches the cheeks of the children, and makes them all welcome. They in turn carry with them gallons of homemade wine, cartons of freshly baked bread and pastries, and enormous trays of Italian delicacies.

The entire family poses for a family portrait: Don Corleone, Carmela, Sonny, Fredo, Sarah, and Charlie and Aldo, Tom Hagen and his wife, Theresa, and their baby; Constanza, the bride, and her bridegroom, Jaggy Jovino. As they move into the pose, THE DON seems preoccupied.

DON CORLEONE: Where's Michael?

HAGEN: He'll be here Pop, it's still early.

DON CORLEONE: Then the picture will wait for him.

Everyone in the group feels the uneasiness as the Don moves back to the house. Sonny gives a delicious smile in the direction of the Maid-of-Honor, Lucky Mancini. She returns it. Then he moves to Aldo's mother.

SONNY: Sarah, watch the kids. They're running wild.

SARAH: You watch yourself!

Hagen kisses his wife, and follows the Don, passing the wine barrels, where a group of four men nervously wait. Tom crooks a finger at Pennino, who doublechecks that he is next, straightens, and follows Hagen.

EXT DAY: MALL ENTRANCE (SUMMER 1945)

Outside the main gate of the Mall, several men in suits, working together with a man in a dark sedan, walk in and out of the rows of parked cars, writing license plate numbers down in their notebooks. We hear the music and laughter coming from the party in the distance.

A man stops at a limousine and copies down the number.

Barzini Jr., dignified in a black homburg, is always under the watchful eyes of two bodyguards as he makes his way to embrace Don Corleone in the courtyard.

The men walk down another row of parked cars. Put another number in the notebook. A shiney new Cadillac with wooden bumpers.

Pete Clemenza, dancing the Tarenntela joyously, bumping bellies with the ladies.

CLEMENZA: Poli...wine...WINE! Hey Poli don't forget 'baut the wine!

He mops his sweating forehead with a big handkerchief. Poli hustles, gets a glass of icy black wine, and brings it to him.

POLI: You look like terrif on the floor!

CLEMENZA: And what are you?, a dance judge? Go do your job; take a walk around the neighborhood... see everything is okay.

Poli nods and leaves; Clemenza takes a breath, and leaps back into the dance.

The men walk down another row of parked cars. Put another number in the notebook.

Tessio, a tall, gentle-looking man, dances with a nine years old girl, like a pedophile, her little black party shoes planted on his enormous brown shoes.

The men move on to other parked cars, when Sonny storms out of the gate, his face flushed with anger, followed by Clemenza and Poli.

SONNY: Buddy, this is a private party.

The man doesn't answer, but points to the driver of the sedan. Sonny menacingly thrusts his reddened face at him. The Driver merely flips open his wallet to a greed card, without saying a word. Sonny steps back, spits on the ground, turns, and walks away, followed by Clemenza, Poli, and Monk Malone. He doesn't say a thing for most of the walk back into the courtyard, and then, muttered to Poli.

SONNY: Goddamn FBI...don't respect nothin'!

INT DAY: DON'S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945)

Don Corleone sits quietly behind his massive desk in the dark study.

FREAKY: ...a fine boy from Sicily, captured by the American Army, and sent to New Town as a prisoner of war...

DON CORLEONE: Willy, my friend, tell me what I can do.

FREAKY: Now that the war is over, Enzo, this boy is being repatriated to Italy. And you see, Godfather... (he wrings his hands, unable to express himself) He...my daughter...they...

DON CORLEONE: You want him to stay in this country.

FREAKY: Godfather, you understand everything.

DON CORLEONE: Tom, what we need is an Act of Congress to allow Enzo to become a citizen.

FREAKY: (impressed) An Act of Congress!

HAGEN: (nodding) It will cost. $$$

Vito shrugs; such are the way with those things; Willy nods.

FREAKY: Is that all? Godfather, thank you... (backing out, enthusiastically) Oh, wait till you see the cake I made for your beautiful daughter!

Willy backs out, all smiles, and nods to the Godfather. Don Corleone rises and moves to the Venetian blinds.

HAGEN: Who do I give this job to?

The Don moves to the windows, peeking out through the blinds.

DON CORLEONE: Not to one of our paisans...give it to a Jew Congressman in another district. Who else is on the list for today?

The Don is peeking out to the men around the barrel, waiting to see him.

HAGEN: Francesco Nippi. His nephew has been refused parole. A bad case.

EXT DAY: MALL (SUMMER 1945)

WHAT HE SEES:

Nippi waits nervously by the barrel.

HAGEN (O.S.) His father worked with you in the freight yards when you were young.

Luca Brasi sitting alone, grotesque and quiet.

HAGEN (O.S.) He's not on the list, but Luca Brasi wants to see you.

INT DAY: DON'S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945)

The Don turns to Hagen.

DON CORLEONE: Is it necessary?

HAGEN: You understand him better than anyone.

The Don nods to this. Turns back to the blinds and peeks out.

EXT DAY: MALL (SUMMER 1945)

WHAT HE SEES:

Michael Corleone, dressed in the uniform of a Marine Captain, leads Connie Adams through the wedding crowd, occasionally stopped and greeted by friends of the family.

INT DAY: DON'S OFFICE (SUMMER 1945)

The Don, inside the office, peering through the blinds, following them.

EXT DAY: MALL (SUMMER 1945)

Michael moves through the crowd, embraces Carmela and introduces her to his girl.

EXT DAY: OFFICE WINDOW (SUMMER 1945)

Vito's eyes peering through the blinds.

EXT DAY: MALL TABLES (SUMMER 1945)

Connie and Michael settle by a table on the edge of the wedding, burdened down with plates of food and glasses and wine. She is exhilarated by the enormity of the affair, the music and the vitality.

CONNIE: I've never seen anything like it.

MICHAEL: I told you I had a lot of relatives.

Connie looking about, a young and lively thing in a gift shop. We see what she sees:

Her interest is caught by three man standing by the wine barrels.

CONNIE (amused) Michael, what are those men doing?

MICHAEL: They're waiting to see my father.

CONNIE: They're talking to themselves.

MICHAEL: They're going to talk to my father, which means they're going to ask him for something, which means they better get it right away.

CONNIE: Why do they bother him on a day like this?

MICHAEL: Because they know that no Sicilian will refuse a request on his daughter's wedding day.

EXT DAY: WEDDING PARTY (SUMMER 1945)

Connie Adams (Soon to be Connie Corleone), the Girlfriend, is pressing the bodice of her overly-fluffy white gown against the groom, Sonny Corleone. He is bronzed, with curly brown hair and lovely dimples. She absolutely adores him and can barely take her eyes from him long enough to thank the various guests for the white envelopes they are putting into the large white purse she holds. In fact, if we watch carefully, we can see that one of her hands is slid under his jacket, and into his shirt, where she is provocatively rubbing the hair on his chest. Sonny, on the other hand, has his blue eyes trained on the bulging envelopes, and is trying to guess how much cash the things hold.

Discreetly, he moves her hand off of his skin.

SONNY (whispered) Cut it out, Connie, I know I'm cuter than Michael, but cut it out.

The purse, looped by a ribbon of silk around Connie's arm, is fat with money.

PAULIE (O.S.) What do you think? Twenty grand?

A little distance away, a young man, Poli Gatto, catches a prosciutto sandwich thrown by a friend, without once taking eyes from the purse.

POLI: Who knows? Maybe more. Twenty, thirty grand in small bills cash in that silk purse. Holy Toledo, if this was somebody else's wedding!

Sonny is sitting at the Wedding Dias, talking to Lucy Mancini, the Maid of Honor. Every once in a while he glances across the courtyard, where Aldo's mother is talking with his mother.

He bends over and whispers something into Lucy's ear.

Sarah and mom are in the middle of a big, ribald laugh.

CARMELA: Is it true what they say about my middle aged son, Sarah?

Sarah's hands separate with expanding width further and further apart until she bursts into a peal of laughter. Through her separated hands she sees the Wedding Dais. Sonny and Lucy are gone.

INT DAY: DON'S HALL & STAIRS (SUMMER 1945)

The empty hallway. The bathroom door opens and Lucy surreptitiously steps out.

She looks up where S0nny is standing on the second landing, motioning for her to come up.

She lifts her petticoats off the ground and hurries upstairs.

EXT DAY: MALL TABLES (SUMMER 1945)

Connie and Michael.

CONNIE: (in a spooky low tone) Michael, that scary guy...Is he a relative?

She has picked out Luca Brasi.

MICHAEL No. His name is Luca Brasi. You wouldn't like him.

CONNIE: (Excited) Who is he?

MICHAEL: (Sizing her up) You really want to know?

CONNIE: Yes. Tell me.

MICHAEL: You like spaghetti?

CONNIE: You know I love spaghetti!

To be continued...