Tell me that you love me first because I’m afraid that if I tell you first you’ll think that I’m playing the game. 

You’re not only a model, you’re an actress.

But, 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. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money.

Don’t be a…