[Michael, Fabrizio, and Calo visit the Bar Vitelli] [in Sicilian]
Did you have a good hunt?
[in Sicilian]
You know all the girls around here? We saw some real beauties. One of them struck our friend like a thunderbolt. She would tempt the devil himself. Really put together. Such hair, such mouth!
[in Sicilian]
The girls around here are beautiful but virtuous.
[in Sicilian]
This one had a purple dress and a purple ribbon in her hair. A type more Greek than Italian. Do you know her?
[in Sicilian]
No! There's no girl like that in his town! [storms back into the cafe]
[in Sicilian]
My God, I understand! [gets up to look at the cafe]
[in Sicilian]
Let's go. It's his daughter.
[in Sicilian, points thumb inside]
You don't understand. It's his daughter!
[in Sicilian]
Call him. [Fabrizio heads inside to usher Mr Vitelli out, flanked by his sons] Fabrizio, translate for me. [to Mr Vitelli in English, with Fabrizio translating] I apologize if I offended you. I'm a stranger in this country...and I meant no disrespect...to you or your daughter.
[in Sicilian, to Fabrizio]
Who is this? He sounds American.
I'm an American hiding in Sicily. My name is Michael Corleone. There are people who'd pay a lot of money for that information...but then your daughter would lose a father...instead of gaining a husband. I want to meet your daughter...with your permission...and under the supervision of your family...with all respect.
[in Sicilian]
Come to my house Sunday morning. My name is Vitelli.
Michael [stands up, in Sicilian] Thank you and what is your daughter's name?
Apollonia.
Bene.
