Mac - I don't know if he's the 'man' or not, but I was recently in Florida and, long story short, I found myself at a very nice restaurant for a late dinner. It was a dimly lit place, quiet jazz in the background, and guess what: not two tables away, finishing off his desert, was the man himself, The Donald. He was talking to two slightly younger men (who I didn't recognize), and both were listening attentively. Now, I shouldn't have been listening in, but I couldn't help it - Donald was speaking quite loudly/clearly, and I was on my own. And, since I have a good memory for dialogue, I can remember what he said pretty well. It went something like this:
"We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you came to me for counsel, for help. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee. But let's be frank here: you never wanted my friendship. [At this point the waiter stepped in to pour them more coffee, and I couldn't hear properly. I picked it up again as:] And now, you come to me with a request, but you don't ask with respect, you don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather."
At that point, the two men started to politely defend themselves, and my filet mignon arrived with a number of sides and a bottle of 1968 Chateauneuf du Pape, and I lost interest in their conversation -- so take it for what it's worth.
Peter