Tom, don't let anybody kid you. It's all personal, every bit of business. Every piece of shit every man has to eat every day of his life is personal. They call it business. OK. But it's personal as he...
No, that's not possible, Michael said. Killed, yes; jail, no.
Why should I be afraid now? Strange men have come to kill me ever since I was twelve years old.
Mario the Magnificent is Orange!" His eyes sparkle with eagerness as he winks at me.