The Godfather: Part II

Now my sources tell me
that you plan to make a move
against the Tropigala.

They tell me that, within a week,
you're going to move Klingman out.

Quite an expansion. However, it will
leave you with a little technical problem.

The licence will still be
- Turnbull is a good man.
- Yeah, well, let's cut out the bullshit.

I don't want to spend more time here
than I have to. You can have the licence.

The price is 250,000 dollars.
Plus five per cent of the gross monthly,
of all four hotels, Mr. Corleone.
The price for the licence
is less than 20,000 dollars, right?

That's right.
- Why would I pay more than that?
- Because I intend to squeeze you.

I don't like your kind of people.
I don't like to see you come out
to this clean country in oily hair,

dressed up in those silk suits
and try to pass yourselves off
as decent Americans.

I'll do business with you, but the fact is
that I despise your masquerade,

the dishonest way you pose yourself
and your whole fucking family.

...we're both part of the same hypocrisy.
But never think it applies to my family.
All right, all right.
Some people have to play little games.
You play yours.

Let's say that you'll pay me
because it's in your interest.