[Carlo starts sobbing]Get him a drink. Don't be afraid, Carlo. Come on, you think I'd make my sister a widow? I'm Godfather to your son.[Carlo get handed a drink]Go ahead. Drink. Drink. No, you're out of the family business, that's your punishment. You're finished. I'm putting you on a plane to Vegas. Tom?
[Tom hands Michael an airplane ticket]
[Kay smiles and walks into his arms]
[Kay goes to the kitchen to fix a drink, but sees Peter Clemenza, Rocco Lampone and Al Neri enter Michael's office]
[Clemenza kisses Michael's hand, and Neri shuts the door in her face... ]
[Fredo laughs nervously]The hotel, the casino. The Corleone Family wants to buy you out.[Michael shakes his head] You're unlucky.[Moe Greene leaves] Mike! You do not come to Las Vegas and talk to a man like Moe Greene like that!
[Everyone except Hagen leaves]
[Fredo chases everyone out of the room]What happened to Moe Greene?
[Hagen hands Michael some papers]
[cut to Johnny singing again for about 10 more seconds before going back to Michael]That's my family Kay, that's not me.
[to Michael, whose face is bruised]Michael, come here. Let me look at you. You're beautiful, beautiful, just beautiful. Hey, listen to this. The Turk, he wants to talk. You believe the nerve on this son of a bitch? He craps out last night and now he wants to have a meetin'.[laughing] What are you gonna do? Nice college boy, didn't want to get mixed up in the family business. Now you want to gun down a police captain. Why? Because he slapped you in the face a little? What do you think this like the Army where you can shoot 'em from a mile away? No you gotta get up like this and, badda-bing, you blow their brains all over your nice Ivy League suit. C'mere.
[Kisses Michael on the head]You're taking this very personal. Tom, this is business and this man is taking it very, very personal.
[Tom nods]And they might like a story like that.[to Sonny] It's not personal, Sonny. It's strictly business.
[punches Michael and breaks his jaw]
[Michael tries speaking in Sicilian, but can't express himself properly, so with a quick look at McCluskey they both switch to English]
[Michael gets up, but a suspicious Sollozzo probes Michael's crotch, to Michael's offense]I frisked him. He's clean.
[Michael heads to the bathroom][to Sollozzo] I frisked a thousand young punks.
[Hagen is silent for a long moment]Tessio. I always thought it would be Clemenza.
[kisses Michael's head]
[Michael takes Connie into her arms, but she goes wild again and tries to attack him]
[Michael's bodyguards grab Connie and pull her out of the office][to Kay] She's hysterical.[slams the desk] ENOUGH!
[Michael takes the gun, but can't seem to fire it]What's the matter, trigger too tight?[With a loud bang, Michael finally discharges the gun]
[while talking, Clemenza takes the gun and begins working on it to fix the trigger]You know, Mike, you're gonna turn out all right. You take a long vacation, nobody knows where, and we'll catch the hell.
[Clemenza now finishes working on the gun]You know, Mike, we was all proud of you being a hero and all. Your father too.
[Clemenza hands the gun back to Michael]
[he takes the Don's hand and kisses it, the Don begins to cry]
[Apollonia hoots the car and starts to drive it; Fabrizzio gives a quick, furtive movement... ]NO! NO APOLLONIA!
[the car explodes]
[the Don rises as if to leave, but changes his mind midway and seats himself closer to Michael]I knew Santino was going to have to go through all this and Fredo... well, Fredo was... But I, I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life, I don't apologize, to take care of my family. And I refused to be a fool dancing on the strings held by all of those big shots. That's my life, I don't apologize for that. But I always thought that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator Corleone, Governor Corleone, something.
[the Don kisses his son on the forehead]