But, now you come to me, and you say: “Don Corleone, give me justice”. But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money.
Doody, that’s what we call each other, I don’t know where it came from, but it just suck with us, we was always brothers.