What a time it was. The Yankees were playing the Pirates in the World Series... and Mickey Mantle was like a god to me. My dad and I would go to Yankee Stadium and see the Yankees win.
— Calogero, speaking part of the opening narration
Young Calogero: Bill Mazeroski, I hate him. He made Mickey Mantle cry. The papers said the Mick cried.
Sonny: Mickey Mantle? That's what you're upset about? Mantle makes $100,000 a year. How much does your father make? If your dad ever can't pay the rent and needs money, go ask Mickey Mantle. See what happens. Mickey Mantle don't care about you. Why care about him?
Teenage Calogero: [narrating] After that, I never felt the same way about the Yankees.
Young Calogero: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one month since my last confession, and these are my sins: I missed Sunday Mass twice... I lied about witnessing a murder once. I ate meat on Friday...
Priest:Wait. Can you back up a bit?
Young Calogero: I ate meat on Friday once?
Priest: Not that one. Back up a little more.
Young Calogero: About witnessing a murder?
Priest: Yeah, that's the one. Do you realize what you said?
Young Calogero: It was only once!
Priest: Now, I want you to tell me what happened.
Young Calogero: No, Father, I'm not telling nobody nothing.
Priest: Don't be afraid, my son. Nobody's more powerful than God.
Young Calogero: I don't know about that. Your guy's bigger than my guy up there... but my guy's bigger than yours down here.
Priest: [reluctantly] Ya got a point. [pauses] Okay, I want you to say five Our Fathers and five Hail Marys.
Young Calogero: For a murder rap? That's not bad, father!
Priest: What did you say?!!