No, That's Not Possible," Michael

Love Is Like The Little Red Toy Wagon You Get For Your Christmas Or Your Sixth Birthday. It Makes You Deliriously Happy And You Just Can't Leave It Alone. But Sooner Or Later The Wheels Come Off. Then You Leave It In A Corner And Forget It. Falling In Love Is Great. Being In Love Is A Disaster

What Is Past Is Past. Never Go Back. Not For Excuses. Not For Justification, Not For Happiness. You Are What You Are, The World Is What It Is.

Michael: Barzini Will Set Me Up Through Somebody Close... That, Supposedly, I Won't Suspect. Hagen: Somebody Like Me. Michael: You're Irish, They Won't Trust You. Hagen: I'm German-american. Michael: To Them That's Irish.

Leave The Gun. Take The Cannoli.

The Other Dons In The Room Applauded And Rose To Shake Hands With Everybody In Sight And To Congratulate Don Corleone And Don Tattaglia On Their New Friendship. It Was Not Perhaps The Warmest Friendship In The World, They Would Not Send Each Other Christmas Gift Greetings, But They Would Not Murder Each Other. That Was Friendship Enough In This World, All That Was Needed.