(In the back room of a community center in Brisbane, Don Keaneleone sits receiving visitors. Don Keaneleone knows that on this day, he must grant any request made to him.)
Bonasera: I believe in America, Don Keaneleone. America has made my fortune. And I have regulated my energy usage in the American fashion. I run the air conditioning all day in the summer, and my heater is on full blast in the wintertime. And when the gas company announced a rate adjustment, I did not complain. But this bill - 15 cents per kilowatt hour? It is disgraceful. I am not ashamed to admit I wept. And so I went to the Public Utilities Commission, and they said they would make an internal review. Internal review! Those animals will resort to rolling blackouts next! And so I told my wife, for justice, we must go to Don Keaneleone.
Don Keaneleone: What have I ever done to make you treat me with such disrespect? I can't remember the last time you invited me over to watch soccer, to share a salami sandwich with you.
Bonasera: What do you want of me? How much shall I pay you?
Don Keaneleone: You come to California, you have your natural gas central heating system, and suddenly you no longer need a friend like Don Keaneleone. You ask me to commit fraud for money.
Bonasera: I ask for justice!
Don Keaneleone: Here is a phone number to call. They will pick up your old refrigerator, pay you $35, and give you a 50% discount on the purchase of a new, low-energy model. However, some day, and that day might never come, I would like to call upon you to a service for me in return.
Bonasera: Thank you, Godfather.
Don Keaneleone: In fact, why don't you get me a fresh gin-and-tonic right now?
Don Keaneleone: How many more?
Sean: Just one more. He's not on the list, but Molly's date would like to speak to you.
Don Keaneleone: Oh God. Send him in.
(Molly's date enters.)
Molly's Date: Don Keaneleone, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your daughter... 's wedding... on the day of your daughter's wedding. And I hope their first child be...a masculine child.
Don Keaneleone: Thank you.
Molly's Date: Also, do you think I could borrow fifty bucks? Payday's not until Wednesday, and...
Don Keaneleone: Get the hell out of here.