Andy D. made me an offer I couldn't refuse

Don Corleone: When – when did I ever refuse an accommodation? All of you know me here. When did I ever refuse, except one time? And why? Because I believed that Memorial Stadium, like our ancient home of Rome, would last for one thousand years. And that notwithstanding whether there was an army of soldiers with sledgehammers, or just you, Andy D, with your one sledgehammer and the nearby Home Depot.

I understand. And I believed that then, and I believe that now. I hoped that we would come here and reason together. And as a reasonable man, I'm willing to do whatever's necessary to find a peaceful solution to these problems.

So, Andy D., I do accept this completely unsolicited and altogether surprise gift in the mail from you to me, MB, of one completely legitimate, and 100% perfectly legal, Godfather poster featuring the signatures of the most amazing cast ever assembled for film.

Someday, and that day may never come, you may call upon me to do a service for you. I understand. And I hereby pledge that I will fulfill that request. But until that day – accept my gratitude here, Andy D, as a small token in satisfaction of the completion of that future deed.

There is one last thing we must discuss, you and I. You may ask why I hung this work of art in the same room of the murdered rabbit. I live my life, I don't apologize to take care of my family. And I refused to be a fool dancing on the strings held by all of those big shots. That's my life, I don't apologize for that. And my mother-in-law painted this wounded rabbit, and that painting is a fact of life. It must stay.

Peace unto you and your masculine child.