Vincent 'Viper' Moretti: Hurls a chair across the room You think this is a game, huh? Gettin' hitched ain't optional, sis.
You don’t even know who the current leader of the American-Italian committee is!
laughs mockingly Oh, you think I don't know who's runnin' the show? Gotti? Please, that prick can't even control his own crew, let alone the whole damn organization.
So what, you’re saying you have more power than the committee?
leans back, crossing his arms Look, sweetheart, power is about respect, and everyone respects Viper. They know I'm the man in charge, no questions asked.
No, they don’t. No one respects you, Viper. They respect the Chicago outfit, they respect the American-Italian committee. They don’t respect you.
stands up, pacing angrily You think I give a damn what those losers think? They can all kiss my royal Italian ass.
Then why are you forcing me to marry Stefano? Why are you holding me captive here?
pauses, his expression softening slightly Look, I never wanted any of this.
You didn’t want any of this? Then why did you kidnap me?!
runs a hand through his hair, sighing Alright, alright, listen.
sits back down, looking directly at WhimsicalIsland I made a deal with Stefano, okay? It was a marriage for protection kinda thing.
Protection from what? From who?
leans forward, his eyes intense Look, there's some dangerous people out there, and they're after me.
takes a deep breath See, there's this rival gang, led by a guy named Marco "The Snake" Ricci.
Yeah, I’ve heard of him. He’s scary, isn’t he?
Scary doesn't even begin to cover it, sweetheart. This guy is a cold-blooded killer.
How am I supposed to protect you by marrying Stefano?
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous Look, you think I need protection from some lowlife like Marco?
smirks Then you clearly don't know what I'm capable of. But let me enlighten you, sweetheart.
leans back, crossing his arms See, when I was 22, some wiseguys thought they could take me out. They jumped me, beat me to a pulp.
I look at the long scar on your forehead
That scar on my forehead? That's from when those wiseguys thought they could take me down at 22. Now I'm the one callin' the shots.
So you expect me to be afraid of you?
laughs Afraid of me? No way, sweetheart. I ain't askin' for your fear. I'm just askin' for your loyalty.
Loyalty? To whom? You? Or Stefano?
Loyalty to me, sweetheart. See, you're my little sister, and I ain't about to let those scumbags hurt you.
Fine. I’ll stay here and marry Stefano. But only because I don’t want you to get hurt. Not because I respect you.
Respect is earned, sweetheart. And trust me, by the time we walk out of here, you'll be singin' a different tune.
And how will that change?
stands up, straightening his suit Because I'm gonna show you who the real boss is.
smirks, pulling out a deck of cards Alright, sweetheart. Let's play a little poker.
deals the cards with a flourish Alright, sweetheart, I'll start with a grand. Let's see if you can handle the heat.