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He'd love to get his meat hooks

into one of my boys.

All right, I'll pay 1,200.

Oh, Mr Provolone, I am touched

by your faith in me.

I should have this mug in collections. He's

not an accountant. He's a shakedown artist.

- Now I can count on this 1,200 a month?

- Yeah, you got it. Go. Go propose.

Mr Provolone, it is my honour...

to ask for your daughter's hand

in matrimony.

- Pardon me?

- Yes. Your daughter is the one I love.

My daughter!

How do you know my daughter?

- We met at Club 33.

- In a speakeasy?

It's a very respectable speakeasy.

Couldn't even pick one

that bought my beer!

Boss, boss, get a hold of yourself.

Let me take care of him.

Are you still packin'?

Fork it over.

Fork!

We're not in that business any more.

At noon we become bankers.

Can I get up now, Mr Provolone?

- Sorry I lost my temper.

- No problem.

It is with the greatest humility

that I ask to marry your daughter.

On a lousy 1,200 a month?

She deserves better!

Yes, she deserves a husband

who makes 1,400.

She'll get one,

and it won't be you.

- Connie, bring me a brioski.

- That's Aldo's job.

- Well, then get Aldo to do it.

- Yes, boss.

- Don't call me boss.

- Sorry, boss.

And as for you, you think I'm gonna

let you marry my daughter for her money?

Oh, Mr Provolone...

I don't love your daughter

for her money, and I can prove it.

- Yeah? How?

- When I marry her...

- I plan to give her my entire fortune.

- How much can a goombah like you have?

$48,642.30.

How did you save 50 grand

on 400 a month?

- I stole it from you.

- You what?

You walk into my house and tell me

you stole 50 Gs from me!

This gink!

You want I should bump him?

Give me that gat, Aldo.

You know what I told you.

You're a butler now. Buttle!

- That piece has been in the family for years!

- Quit squawkin'.

- Now, I'm waitin' for an explanation.

- Maybe I should start from the beginning.

- Just start from when you stole my money.

- When I filrst took over...

as your accountant,

your books were a mess.

They don't sound like they're in no

great shape now. Damn it. Double negative.

Your overhead was high,

and your net profilts were low.

- I changed all that.

- And I sent you a fruit basket for Christmas, didn't I?

I took all the profilts

from your protection rackets...

and used them to upgrade

your bootlegging operation.

And that allowed me to cut the costs

on your beer a dime a bottle.

- Sure, you were fattening me up for the kill.

- Then a strange thing happened.

- I made a slight clerical error.

- Is that the one that cost me $50,000?

- Don't get ahead of the story.

- Well, excuse me!

It was a simple mistake in addition.

On the books, I accidentally lowered

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