It's a very charming movie about the mob - a real stretch for me.

One night I went over to get some dope from some Hollywood tough guy. After I left, my son Scott, who was only fifteen, went over with a baseball bat to kill him. I was laughing out of one eye and crying out of the other. I thought, Who am I kidding?

I went to a shrink once, but I caught him going to a fortune-teller so I quit.

Someone's always saying, "It's not whether you win or lose," but if you feel that way, you're as good as dead.

My kid was a great baseball player. I thought I had it made. Front-row seats at Yankee Stadium. Then he turned sixteen and wanted to be a rapper.

You're the only one who's closing your eyes at night. There's no one else who can do it for you.

Anyone of my generation who tells you he hasn't 'done Brando' is lying.