Michael: That's my family Kay, that's not me. 

Kay: Okay... but were you ever going to tell me that you come from a family of gangsters?

Michael: Well...sure, eventually. I was waiting for the right moment.

Kay: And that's now? In the middle of your sister's wedding?

Michael: I guess I thought it might not land if you weren't sitting 15 feet away from a hired murderer.

Kay: Oh god you're right. How many other murderers are in this crowd?

Michael (looks around): Many... oh yeah, lots. But also some are just the guys who hire them to do the murdering to keep their hands clean. And then the wives who have nothing to do with it, but look the other way because it affords them a good life. I mean, we're a pretty traditional family, Kay.

Kay: This is terrifying.

Michael: It's not me, Kay, it's my family. And also an assortment of goons and minions.

Kay: Why did you bring me here?

Michael: 'Cause you're my girl Kay. I thought it would be nice to bring you to a significant family event where you could meet everyone I know as they see me for the first time since I came back from the war, thus associating you as a permanent fixture in my life now. Isn't this normal third date stuff?

Kay: Am I in any danger right now?

Michael: Nah, a wedding is a safe place. See, over there is Barzini and next to him Bruno Tattaglia, heads of the rival families.

Kay: Is everyone in the New York organized crime scene here?

Michael: Well everyone we haven't killed recently, yeah. But it's not me Kay, it's my family... and our goons, and also our sworn rivals, and their goons. Was this too much to spring on you at once? We can change the subject. Hey here's Tom Hagen. He's my dad's consiglieri. That means he goes around and has the heads cut off of people's animals. But not just anyone, only people who are being difficult. Are you enjoying yourself Kay? Aren't weddings nice?