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Ne me raconte plus que tu es innocent parce que c’est une insulte à mon intelligence et ça me rend de mauvaise humeur.

I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.

Mais je suis un homme superstitieux, et si un malheureux accident devait lui arriver, s’il devait être descendu un jour par un flic, si on racontait qu’on l’a retrouvé pendu dans sa cellule, ou brusquement frappé par la foudre... Alors je penserais que le vrai coupable est autour de cette table... et là je serais impitoyable...

Ce n’est pas personnel, c’est uniquement les affaires.

En Sicile les femmes sont plus dangereuses que les coups de fusils.

Les grands hommes ne naissent pas dans la grandeur, ils grandissent.

Un homme qui ne passe pas de temps avec sa famille n’est pas vraiment un homme.

Mon père a dit au type que ce serait sa cervelle ou sa signature qui parapherait le contrat. C’est une histoire vraie.

My father made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Je brulerai en enfer pour te protéger...

Je suis un homme d’affaire, et l’sang ça coute trop cher...

Mon père lui a fait une offre qu’il ne pouvait pas refuser.

Mr. Corleone never asks a second favor once he’s refused the first, understood?

Pouvez vous me trouver quelqu’un pour m’amener à l’aéroport ; Monsieur Corleone est un homme qui aime apprendre les mauvaises nouvelles rapidement. En tout cas je vous remercie pour le repas et la charmante soirée.

I believe in America. America has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the American fashion. I gave her freedom, but I taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boyfriend; not an Italian. She went to the movies with him; she stayed out late. I didn’t protest. Two months ago, he took her for a drive, with another boyfriend. They made her drink whiskey. And then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted. She kept her honor. So they beat her, like an animal. When I went to the hospital, her nose was a’broken. Her jaw was a’shattered, held together by wire. She couldn’t even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life... beautiful girl. Now she will never be beautiful again. I went to the police, like a good American. These two boys were brought to trial. The judge sentenced them to three years in prison - suspended sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day! I stood in the courtroom like a fool. And those two bastards, they smiled at me. Then I said to my wife, for justice, we must go to Don Corleone.

- My father is no different than any powerful man, any man with power, like a president or senator.
- Do you know how naive you sound, Michael? Presidents and senators don’t have men killed.
- Oh. Who’s being naive, Kay?

- Victor, regardez !
- On dirait... Oui, c’est un téton géant.
- Oh mon dieu, qu’allons nous faire ?
- J’ignore ce que vous ferez, mais moi je vais chercher mes gants de boxes. Regardez, il a l’air fâché, la pointe se durcie !
- Oh Victor, allons-nous-en.
- Oh non, pas tout de suite, ça me rappelle mon enfance... Oh quelle merveille !

Leave the gun... Take the Canollis.

Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.

It’s not personal, Sonny. It’s strictly business.

What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you’d come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.

Someday, and that day may never come, I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day accept this justice as a gift.

I’m a superstitious man, and if some unlucky accident should befall Michael, if he is to be shot in the head by a police officer, or be found hung dead in a jail cell... or if he should be struck by a bolt of lightning - then I’m going to blame some of the people in this room; and then I do not forgive.

Il ne faut pas que sa mère le voit dans cet état.

Le mot liberté n’admet, par définition, aucune restriction.

Il faut parfois savoir se perdre avant de trouver quelque chose.

Divine décadence.

La manipulation des élites est encore plus facile que celle des masses.

Le chemin le plus court pour aller de la barbarie à la décadence passe par la civilisation.