Jane Austen's Mafia! Page #3
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- 1998
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U-Uh, that's my bad ear.
[Whispering, Indistinct]
I was wrong.
This must be the bad ear.
Don Cortino,
I want justice for my Angelina.
All right, Bonifacio.
All right.
I will do this thing for you.
[Gasps]
Thank you, Godfather.
[Whistling]
Thank you.
[Anthony Narrating]
Diane was my first love.
We were made for each other.
About the only disagreement we ever had
was when I went to war.
While I was off fighting, she was
working for the world peace movement.
But despite all that, when I got home,
I guess she was a sucker
for a guy in uniform.
Oh, Anthony, I'm so nervous
about meeting your family.
If they don't like me,
I'll just die.
[Man]
Hey, Tony!
[Laughing]
Big war hero!
- I got you a souvenir.
- Aw.
Oh, wow! A North Korean.
Tony, I mean, l...
I don't know what to say.
I want you
to meet Diane.
Diane, this is Dominick Clamato,
my father's most trusted friend.
- Hi.
- Bella.
Lugosi.
Marron. Hey, you guys!
Look what Tony brung me.
- [Delighted Gasps]
- I bet you never seen
one of these before.
[Diane]
Anthony, isn't that Cesar Marzoni?
The man's a criminal.
What's he doing here?
[Tony]
Maybe he does business with my father.
[Diane]
What are you saying?
Look, I'm not my father,
Diane, just as you're not your father.
If we were our fathers, what we did last
night would only be legal in Arkansas.
[Tony Narrating]
It was like I never left.
- These were the faces I grew up with.
- Good to see you, Anthony.
It wasn't just me and Joey and Pop,
it was Frankie Totino,
Look who's here.
Hey, Anthony. Welcome back.
- "Fatso" Paulie Orsatti,
- Try the veal piccata.
Who was Benny "Big Features"' brother...
he controlled the unions.
- Then you had Nick Molinaro,
who ran the North Side,
- 'Ey! How you doin'?
Jumbo "The King
Of Big Screen TV" DeNuzio.
Yo, Tony. I'll knock 20% off
that Trinitron for you.
- There was Al "The Mailbox" Spaducci,
- Miller Lite.
- Johnny Love,
- Who's the pretty girl?
And Charlie "Big Red-Ass Baboon
On His Head" Petrella.
- Catch ya later.
- [Baboon Chattering]
[Man]
The Don will see you now, Mr. Gorgoni.
Pop, this is Sal Gorgoni.
Don Cortino, it is an honor to be
in the presence of such a great man.
Your flattery brings
a redness to my hair.
Cigar?
- [Meowing]
- Very fresh.
- [Angry Meowing]
- Uh, thank you. No.
Please. Sit down.
Now, what is so urgent that
you come to see Don Corduroy...
on the third anniversary
of my stepson's liposuction?
It is a known fact that you
have the judges in your pocket.
- The politicians, they dance like...
- Mm.
- Like puppets for you.
- Mm. Mm!
You control the courts.
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