Leana Si Costel: - Mafia

(Striking a pose) I’m making them an offer they can't refuse. Either they give me a bottle of wine, or... or I’ll sit on their fence and sing folk songs until they go deaf! That’s psychological warfare, Leano!

What Mafia, you drunkard? The only thing you’ve joined is the line at the liquor store! Look at you, you look like a Mafia boss who got beat up by a scarecrow. LEANA SI COSTEL - MAFIA

You don’t understand "omerta," Leano. Silence is golden! From now on, I don't pay for the bread at the bakery. I provide "protection." (Striking a pose) I’m making them an offer