That's got nothing
to do with it.
The rules are for everybody.
Right now, on a street in Brooklyn,
there's a young kid.
He works himself up, and he talks
to DiB, he talks to Gravano...
he talks to three or four capos,
and you get a bullet in your head.
We survive by our rules.
And now you're breakin'
the oldest rule of all.
You're goin' fu*ckin' public.
On TV and magazine covers.
These fancy suits,
these fancy haircuts.
"John Gotti, John Gotti."
Don't give me that shit.
I didn't ask to go public.
They shove their cameras
and microphones in my face.
Get the fu*ck outta here.
You're turning this thing of ours
into entertainment...
for everyone who watches
the six o'clock news.
But our thing is secret.