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…
Capt. McCluskey: [talking with Sollozzo in the restaurant after Michael goes to the bathroom] I frisked him, he’s clean.
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…]
Calo: In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns. And ickier.
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?