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your costs by a nickel instead of a dime.

Now, when I realized my mistake,

I went to speak to you about it.

- I don't remember that.

- You were in Chicago.

- It was St Valentine's Day.

- Oh, yeah.

Zip it.

I remember it was St Valentine's Day

because that's the day I met your daughter.

The Vendetti's speakeasy.

I'll kill her.

It was love at filrst sight.

And that's when I turned that filve-cent

error into the key to my happiness.

I hid it on the books

and beefed up petty cash.

And I knew that a big man

like Angelo Provolone...

wouldn't begrudge his future

son-in-law a nickel...

which I plan to give

to your daughter anyway.

Oh, this guy is beautiful.

He flatters you to your face

while he sticks a knife in your back.

I'm not proud of what I've done,

Mr Provolone.

But I'd do it all over again

to capture your daughter's heart.

- You really love her that much, huh?

- Oh, yes, sir.

- Does she know about this stuff you've been doing here?

- No, sir.

- Does she love you?

- Oh, yes. I'm sure of that.

- In fact, she's even given me proof.

- Proof? What proof?

- Aldo!

- What are you callin' him for?

- I think you're gonna need some more bicarbonate.

- Why?

Keep in mind, Mr Provolone,

this is 1931.

We're all sophisticated

adults here, right?

- This doesn't bode well.

- Your daughter and I are lovers.

What? My daughter?

- Pop this guy!

- Wait, boss.

We can't have a stiff in the house

with company comin'.

He's right. It ain't proper.

The last thing I ever wanted

to do was upset you.

Why should I be upset?

You wake me up in the morning...

and tell me you're stealing my money

and sleeping with my daughter!

You guys see anything

to be upset about?

You're lucky

you didn't upset me today.

If you didn't upset me

like this yesterday...

you'd be wearing a cement kimono!

- You don't have to give me your answer right now.

- Good!

'Cause I want to talk

to my sweet little girl filrst, Anthony.

You two have a pleasant father-daughter

chat, I'll take a walk around the block...

and you could give me your answer

when you get back, Dad.

Don't you call me Dad.

- Say, boss.

- And don't you call me boss.

Sorry, boss.

Let me show you the door.

There's the door!

He's leavin' the house.

Make a note.

- Can I speak to you a minute, Mr Provolone?

- No.

Lisa! Lisa?

Then she came

Why, it's a shame

- Lisa!

- How she pulled him down

Others she can't get

- Must be someone that she ain't met

- Lisa!

Georgia claimed her

Georgia named her

- Sweet Georgia

- Lisa, I'm waiting!

- They call her Sweet Georgia Brown

- Lisa!

Lisa!

So now you're locking your door?

A girl needs her privacy, Daddy.

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