Somewhere, Robert DeNiro is waiting for his mumbling supercut.
If Al Pacino has taught us anything, it's that biding your time for most of a movie before exploding into a paroxysm of rage is the best, nay, only way to act. He taught us that yelling "Attica!" in front of cops is a great way to get your point across. He taught us that not only should we have sympathy for the Devil, we should also seriously consider the excellent pay and healthcare the Devil offers his lawyers. Al Pacino taught us not to get high on our own supply. Most importantly, he taught it to us at an ear-splitting volume, with bulging eyes, a veiny neck and righteous spittle raining down from on high.