hiya, mr. corleone, i'm sam roth. welcome to the capri; my brother's upstairs. you wanta take a rest before you see him, or can i get you something, anything at all?
this is it! we think it makes vegas look like the corner crap game.
jake, jake, come over here. mike, i want you to meet jake cohen; he manages the casino for us.
pleasure to meet you, i'm sure.
rum.  coca cola. a squeeze of fresh lime.
the cake is here.
so?