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 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! LEANA SI COSTEL - MAFIA

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. You don’t understand "omerta," Leano