Don Zeevowitz, congratulations on this the merry occasion of your daughter's nuptials. You must be very duly proud. The Good Lord, Himself a man of honor, has blessed us with a sunshiny day, a time to stop and sniff your own carnation. This day is your living reward, Godfather. I tell you, that band, they played the 'Ava Nagila song better than it sounds at Yankee Stadium. The bartender did not card my date. And those little cocktail frankfurters with the crust? Freaking Jeno should move in on the action. Primo Carnera, even without sauce. You throw one heckuva party, Don Zeevie. And may I say, let me add, you look perfectly dapper in your tuxedo. Don't worry about the pillowcase. Don't worry about a thing. Marco Barzini has answered his last RSVP. Salud, Godfather.
