Status Updates From Prizzi's Honor

"There is no choice, Charley. The existence of the Prizzi family is in your hands." ...
"But she is my wife, Padrino." Charley's voice broke.
"She is your wife, we are your life," his father said. "Tell us your answer, Charley."
"One woman who you have known for less than two months, or your family which is your life," Don Corrado said.

"That is what his penance has to be. Doing the job on her."
"Now you are his priest. You examine the sin and you prescribe the penance." He gazed at her with admiration. "You are like me," he said, with the affection that can only come from any mirror. "We forgive nothing."
She lowered her eyes.
"I must think about it," the don said, "It is my duty as the head of the family to prevent injustice."

"You should see your face, Charley. It's got itself all set to resist something foreign."
"Yeah? Well, what is it?" He tried not to look worried or like a troublemaker.
"Fresh pineapple juice and rum from a blender."
"Say that name again."
"Jugo de piña con Bacardi."
"A Puerto Rican drink?"
"I suppose so. I've only had it in Cuba."
"That was Cuban you were telling the waiter? It sounds just like Puerto Rican."