My email-bag is filling up with compilations like this:

Don Corleone: Someday – and that day may never come – I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. A very, very, personal service…

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Capt. McCluskey: [talking with Sollozzo in the restaurant after Michael goes to the bathroom] I frisked him, he’s clean.

[pause]

Capt. McCluskey: I frisked a thousand young punks. Hot, sweaty, young punks. God, I love this job!

[Several variations on that one have come in. There’s something about guys in uniform…]

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Calo: In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns. And ickier.

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Michael: My father is no different than any powerful man, any man with power, like a president or senator.

Kay Adams: Do you know how naive you sound, Michael? Presidents and senators don’t sleep with other men.

Michael: Oh. Who’s being naive, Kay?