Der Amerikanische Traum war mehr wie ein Albtraum.
The American dream was more like a nightmare.Amerikanischer TraumMafia - II, von Vito Scaletta
Wer zu viel riskiert, läuft Gefahr, alles zu verlieren. Wer wiederum zu wenig vom Leben erwartet, bekommt am Ende vielleicht gar nichts.
The guy who wants too much risks losing absolutely everything. Of course, the guy who wants too little from life might not get anything at all.Ehrgeiz, Risiko, LebensweisheitenMafia, von Tommy Angelo
Familie sind nicht die, mit denen man geboren wird, sondern die, für die man sterben würde.
Family isn't who you're born with, it's who you die for.FamilieMafia - III, von Lincoln Clay
Here it was, my happy home for the next ten years. It looked like crap and smelled like piss. Too bad I was out of the Army and the war had just ended; I would have preferred dodging bullets in Europe to this.Mafia - II, von Vito Scaletta
Tommy: "Hey Sam wie konntest du so schnell das Auto reparieren? Du hättest Mechaniker werden sollen!"
Sam: "Nein, ist mir zu schmutzig der Job."
Sehen Sie doch nur, was während der Prohibitionszeit passiert ist. Ein Haufen armer, ungebildeter Immigranten aus Sizilien war stärker als alle Gesetze, Gerichte und Polizeibehörden in den Staaten.
Look at what happened during Prohibition - a handful of poor, uneducated immigrants from Sicily became stronger than all the laws, courts, and police here in the States.Italienische MafiaMafia, von Tommy Angelo
Wenn ein Durchschnittstyp wie ich den mächtigsten Mann der Stadt töten konnte, was hat ihm da all seine Macht genutzt? Ich glaube, ganz egal wie stark jemand ist, es wird immer einen anderen geben, der stärker ist und ihm die Flügel stutzt.
If a regular guy like me could kill the most powerful man in the city, what good was all his power? It seemed to me that no matter how strong someone is, there'll always be somebody stronger to clip his wings.MachtMafia, von Tommy Angelo
Vito: "Mr. Angelo?"
Tommy Angelo: "Uh... yes?"
Vito: "Mr. Salieri sends his regards!"
Die Welt wird nicht von schriftlich festgehaltenen Gesetzen regiert - sondern von Menschen. Einige halten sich an die Gesetze, andere nicht. Es hängt von jedem Einzelnen selbst ab, wie seine Welt ist und was er aus ihr macht.
You know, the world isn't run by laws written on paper. It's run by people - some according to laws, others not. It depends on each individual how his world will be, how he makes it.GesetzeMafia, von Tommy Angelo
Vito! How on earth were you able to get the money? You haven't done anything that you will be sorry for, did you?Mafia - II, von Francesca Scaletta
My name is Vito Scaletta. I was born in Sicily in 1925. That little guy is me, I'm standing there with my parents and my sister Francesca, in front of our old house. I don't really remember too much about the old country, except that we were pretty hard up, and then one day my father decided it was time to move away. Away from Sicily, across the ocean to start a new life in America. Never in my life had I seen anything as fantastic as Empire Bay, it was beautiful. But on the other hand, I'd never seen anything more filthy and so disgusting as our new rathole of an apartment. The American dream was more like a nightmare. My father started working at the port for the guy who arranged our immigration, it was back-breaking work, and the little money he made mostly went toward booze. Eventually my parents sent me to school, I had to learn English. I sure as hell wasn't going to do that in a neighbourhood full of Italians. That's where I met Joe. Over time Joe and I got to be best friends and since we were both poor and there wasn't much work around, we stared a little business of our own. Well, that time, it didn't work out so good. The year was 1943 and America was at war and they needed guys who spoke the language to help out with the invasion of Sicily, I was 18 and anything seemed better than jail, who says you can't go home again.Mafia - II, von Vito Scaletta