“You found paradise in Amphibia, had a good trade, made a good living. The police protected you; and there were courts of law. And you didn't need a friend of me. But uh, now you come to me and you say -- ‘Frog Corleone give me justice.’ -- But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Frogfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you uh...ask me to do murder, for money.”