This guy was going to marmalise me! I mean, where's the kudos in beating up a seven-stone fucking consumptive? I was a self-confessed coward, then as now. My coat of arms has been detailed elsewhere: four white feathers on a field of yellow. Nothing for me is more terrifying than physical pain....

All right, everybody! Two parts plutonic quartz... one part cesium... A-And listen, I'm sorry for yelling earlier, I-I-I couldn't ask for a better staff. I love you guys and I love all your families. And the final ingredient...

He has been in form longer than some of our guys have been alive.

Here is where the problem started, you see, after sex and this is something we never knew - Ha ha, why would we? Tony "The Mouth" Donato, a guy quieter an inverted Trappist monk, like to talk.

I've got a career. Don't you guys know that? A career! No mafia don invites me to a party. They keep on calling on Dawood twice a year. They keep on consulting him. They set the correspondence courses right. And me? No one just gives a damn for me. Hey! Won't I ever be able to become someone like Dawood Ibrahim?

It's not like I idolize this one guy Machiavelli. I idolize that type of thinking where you do whatever's gonna make you achieve your goal.

Listen, if you guys wanna move around and shift your asses a little, it's okay. It's okay by us, right? You can take all your clothes off if you like too, doesn't matter... Fuck off! [laughs]