[Sal watched his factory of stolen merchandise become raided by the NYPD on the news]
Sal Maggio:
[disappointed]
Louis Booker, you degenerate moron. Were these Medieval Times and you, a knight in shining armor, you would have, I have no doubt, slayed the maiden and saved the dragon.
[Waffles, Louis' puppy growls]
Louis Booker:
Shh! Waffles!
Charlie Carbone:
Sal, we can explain...
Sal Maggio:
[cuts Charlie off]
As for you, Charlie. After the tragic death of your father, I married your mother promising her I would raise you as my own. *You* chose not to take the Maggio name. I did not complain. And when you wanted to go to Beauty School, as boys who lose their fathers early in life often do, I did not snivel at interventions, did I?
Charlie Carbone:
No, Salvatore, you didn't. In fact...
Sal Maggio:
In fact, I happened to bought a beauty parlor so you could sit on you lazy butt all day long. $4.5 million you cost me. Were you anybody else, you be dead by now.
Charlie Carbone:
Look, Sal, we know that your upset.
Sal Maggio:
It's not your fault.
Charlie Carbone:
What?
Sal Maggio:
A lion can raise a mouse, but the mouse is still a mouse. And you, Charlie, are that mouse. Look at this. He takes it. Chicken blood.
