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Equally far dorsum equally I can call up, I always wanted to be a gangster.

Goodfellas is a 1990 picture almost the rising and autumn of iii gangsters, spanning three decades.

Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written past Nicholas Pileggi and Martin Scorsese, based on Pileggi'south book, Wiseguy: Life in a Mafia Family.

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Hill [edit]

You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes, even if people didn't go out of line, they got whacked.

Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't fifty-fifty get decent food. Right after I got hither, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an boilerplate nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

• As far back equally I can remember, I e'er wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than existence President of the United States. Even before I start wandered into the cabstand for an after-school chore, I knew I wanted to be a function of them. It was there that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't like everyone else. I hateful, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in forepart of a hydrant and nobody e'er gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played cards all nighttime, nobody ever called the cops.
• Paulie might've moved slow, but it was only because Paulie didn't have to motion for everyone.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. Just by and so I didn't care. The mode I saw it everybody takes a chirapsia sometime.
• Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they made. And it was tribute, just like in the old country, except they were doing it hither in America. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And that'southward what information technology's all well-nigh. That'south what the FBI could never sympathise. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That'due south it. That's all. They're like the police department for wiseguys.
• I day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother'south groceries all the way home. You lot know why? It was outta respect.
• For us to live whatsoever other fashion was basics. Uh, to united states of america, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to piece of work every day and worried well-nigh their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If nosotros wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got striking then bad, believe me, they never complained over again.
• Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can get to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can phone call Paulie. But now the guy'due south gotta come upwardly with Paulie's coin every week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, y'all had a burn down? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck y'all, pay me." Too, Paulie could do anything. Specially run up bills on the joint's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And as before long every bit the deliveries are made in the front door, yous motion the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a discount. You take a ii hundred dollar example of booze and you sell information technology for a hundred. It doesn't affair. It'southward all profit. And and so finally, when there's nothing left, when you tin can't borrow some other buck from the banking company or buy another example of booze, you bust the joint out. Y'all calorie-free a friction match.
• For almost of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the merely mode that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Just sometimes, fifty-fifty if people didn't leave of line, they got whacked. I hateful, hits simply became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over nothing and before you knew information technology, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal affair. It was no big bargain. We had a serious trouble with Baton Batts. This was really a touchy matter. Tommy'd killed a fabricated guy. Batts was part of the Gambino coiffure and was considered untouchable. Earlier you could bear on a made guy, you had to have a proficient reason. You had to have a sitdown, and yous improve become an okay, or you'd exist the ane who got whacked.
• Saturday night was for wives, but Friday dark at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• See, you know when you think of prison, you get pictures in your mind of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars...But it wasn't like that for wiseguys. It really wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his time in Atlanta...I mean, everybody else in the joint was doing real time, all mixed together, living similar pigs. Merely we lived alone. And we owned the articulation.
• [after the Lufthansa heist] It made him sick to have to turn coin over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyway, what did I care? I wasn't request for anything and also, Jimmy was making squeamish money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] Merely still, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open it to see a dead man hanging on a claw like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
• You know, we always called each other goodfellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna similar this guy. He's all right. He'southward a expert fella. He's one of united states of america." You understand? Nosotros were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be fabricated because we had Irish blood. It didn't even matter that my female parent was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you've got to be one hundred per cent Italian and then they tin can trace all your relatives dorsum to the old country. See, information technology'due south the highest award they tin can requite yous. It means you belong to a family and crew. It means that nobody can fuck around with you. It also means you could fuck around with everyone simply as long as they aren't too a member. It's like a license to steal. It's a license to do annihilation. As far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being fabricated, it was similar we were all being fabricated. We would now have one of our own as a member.
• [about Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was zip that we could do nearly it. Batts was a made man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit all the same and take it. It was among the Italians. It was existent greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.
• For a 2d, I thought I was dead, but when I heard all the noise I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that fashion. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been dead.
• If you're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to impale you. It doesn't happen that style. There weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies. And then your murderers come with smiles. They come up as your friends, the people who have cared for y'all all of your life, and they always seem to come up at a time when you're at your weakest and near in need of their assistance.
• It was easy for all of u.s. to disappear. My firm and cars were either registered in the name of my wife or my mother-in-law. My driver'southward license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My birth certificate, arrest sheet, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to prove to the government I was ever live.
• See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still beloved the life. And we were treated like moving picture stars with muscle. Nosotros had information technology all, only for the request. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode forth. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke side by side to the bed. Annihilation I wanted was a telephone call away. Costless cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet xx, thirty k over a weekend and so I'd either blow the winnings in a week or become to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean annihilation. When I was bankrupt I would get out and rob some more than. We ran everything. We paid off cops. Nosotros paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now information technology'south all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is unlike. There'southward no action. I accept to wait around like everyone else. Tin can't even get decent food. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Loma [edit]

• One night, Bobby Vinton sent united states champagne. There was nothing like it. I didn't retrieve there was anything strange in any of this. Yous know, a twenty-one-yr-onetime kid with such connections. He was an heady guy. He was actually nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be dainty to him. And he knew how to handle it.
• I know there are women, like my best friends, who would have gotten out of there the infinitesimal their boyfriend gave them a gun to hibernate. Only I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, we weren't married to nine-to-five guys, just the showtime time I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad peel and wore besides much make-upward. I mean, they didn't look very good. They looked beat-up. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and cheap. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked about how rotten their kids were and near beating them with broom handles and leather belts. Only that the kids nonetheless didn't pay any attention...After a while, information technology got to be all normal. None of it seemed similar crimes. Information technology was more similar Henry was enterprising and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while the other guys were sitting on their asses waiting for mitt-outs. Our husbands weren't encephalon surgeons. They were blueish-collar guys. The just way they could make extra coin, existent extra money, was to get out and cut a few corners...We were all so very close. I mean, there were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.
• We ever did everything together and we always were in the same oversupply. Anniversaries, christenings. We only went to each other's houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were always the first at the hospital. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, nosotros always went together. No outsiders, ever. It got to be normal. It got to where I was fifty-fifty proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to go out and risk his neck but to get us the little extras.
• But still I couldn't injure him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't fifty-fifty bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was still very attracted to him. Why should I requite him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

Y'all took your beginning pinch like a man, and y'all learned the two most important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and Always keep your mouth shut.

I'grand funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I charm you lot?

Jimmy: [To young Henry, after he gets cleared in court] Congratulations, here'due south your graduation present [Puts coin in Henry's pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, but you did information technology right. You told 'em nothing and they got nothing.

Henry: I thought y'all'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'chiliad proud of ya. You took your first pinch like a human, and y'all learned the two virtually important things in life. Yous listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS proceed your mouth shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate light slap on the cheek and leads him out of the courtroom. Outside, Paulie and many of the other gangsters are waiting for him.]

Paulie: Hey, you broke yer cherry! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

Henry: You're a pistol! You're really funny. You're really funny!

Tommy: What do you hateful I'one thousand funny?

Henry: It's funny, you know. It's a good story, it's funny, you lot're a funny guy!

Tommy: [dangerously] What do y'all hateful? You hateful the way I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes placidity]

Henry: It'southward just, you know, you're just funny. It's funny, the style you tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I mean, what'due south funny nearly it?

Anthony: Tommy, no, yous got it all incorrect —

Tommy: Oh, oh, Anthony. He'due south a big boy, he knows what he said. [to Henry] What did ya say? Funny how?

Anthony: You're right.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

Henry: Merely, ya know, you're funny.

Tommy: Yous mean, allow me sympathise this, 'cause, ya know maybe it'due south me, I'm a little fucked upwards possibly, but I'chiliad funny how? I hateful funny like I'chiliad a clown? I amuse you? I make you express mirth, I'm here to fuckin' amuse yous? What exercise you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

Henry: Just... you know, how you tell the story — what?

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. You said it! How exercise I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is and so funny nigh me?! Tell me, tell me what's funny!

[Long pause]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

Tommy: Ya motherfucker! I almost had him, I almost had him! You stuttering prick, yous! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may fold under questioning!

---

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed similar offense. It was more like Henry was enterprising, and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while all the other guys were sitting on their asses, waiting for handouts. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons, they were blue-neckband guys. The only way they could make actress money, real extra money, was to go out and cut a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Tommy: Where's the strongbox, y'all fuckin' varmint?!

Karen: [narrating] We were all then very close. I mean, there were never whatsoever outsiders around. Admittedly never. And being together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more normal.

---

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup political party with other wives] It was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did non take care of themselves; they looked shell up and their faces were caked with makeup. Most of the time was spent talking about how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids still wouldn't pay attention. [later in her chamber] I don't think I can exercise it, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

Karen: This whole thing. Jeannie said her husband was sent to jail. God preclude, what if that happened to you?

Henry: Bet she didn't tell you why her married man went in that location?

Karen: How come up?

Henry: To go away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no one goes to jail unless they want to. We beat the system and I got it all figured out. I am organized; I got my shit together. You know who goes to jail? Nigger stickup men. Know why they become defenseless? Because they fall asleep in the getaway car.

---

Tommy: Simply don't go bustin' my balls, Billy, okay?

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to get habitation and become your smooth box. [To his friends] At present this kid, this kid was cracking. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd brand your shoes look similar fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the all-time. He fabricated a lot of coin, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Baton: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Possibly yous didn't hear virtually it, you've been away a long time; they didn't go up there and tell you lot. I don't polish shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what'south got into y'all? I'm breakin' your balls a fiddling bit, that's all. I'm merely kiddin' with ya.

Tommy: Sometimes you don't audio like you're kidding, you know? There's a lotta people around...

Baton: Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'1000 breakin' your assurance, and right abroad you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm distressing, I didn't mean to offend yous.

Tommy: I'm sorry too. Information technology's okay. No problem.

Baton: Okay, salud. [moment of silence as he takes a drink] At present go home and get ya fuckin' shinebox!

Tommy: [smashes his glass in anger] Motherfuckin' mutt! You, you fuckin' piece of shit...! [Henry and Jimmy restrain him]

Billy: [taunting] Yes, yes, yeah, come on, come up on! Come up on! Allow him get!

Tommy: Henry, he bought his fucking push button! That fake old tough guy! You bought your fucking button! Keep that motherfucker hither, keep him hither! [leaves]

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking caput. Next thing you know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. But you tin however dance. Requite u.s. a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You want sympathy, is that correct, sweetie?

Spider: Why don't you lot go fuck yourself, Tommy?

[Everyone, but Tommy, laughs]

Jimmy: I didn't hear right. I tin can't believe what I heard. [giving Spider cash] This is for you. I got respect for this child, he's got a lot of fucking assurance. Healthy! Don't accept no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the human foot, he tells him to go fuck himself. Tommy, you lot gonna allow this fucking punk get abroad with that? What'southward this world coming to?

Tommy: [standing and shooting Spider] That'southward what the fucking world's coming to, how do ya similar that? How's that?

Henry: What is wrong with yous?!

Jimmy: What is the fucking matter with you?! What, are you stupid or what?! I was kidding with you. Are you a sick maniac?

Tommy: How exercise I know you're kidding? You breaking my fucking assurance?!

Jimmy: I'm fucking kidding with yous, you fucking shoot the guy?!

Henry: [inspecting Spider on the floor] He'due south expressionless.

Tommy: [later on a brief silence] I'one thousand a good shot, what do you desire from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this altitude?

Tommy: You lot got a problem with what I did, Anthony? Fucking rat, anyway. His family'south all rats, he'd have grown up to be a rat.

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I can't fucking believe you. Now, you're gonna dig the fucking matter now. Y'all're gonna dig the hole. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna do it.

Tommy: Fine! I'll dig the fucking hole, I don't requite a fuck. What is information technology, the first hole I ever dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

---

Paulie: [about Henry'south adulterous] Karen came to the house. She'due south very upset. This is no good; yous gotta straighten this out. We gotta take at-home.

Jimmy: We don't know what she'll exercise.

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She'south wild. And you got to take information technology like shooting fish in a barrel. You lot got children. I'm non saying get dorsum to her this minute, but yous got to go dorsum. You lot got to keep up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my house every twenty-four hours commiserating, the two of them. I merely tin't take it. I can't do information technology, Henry. I tin't do information technology. Nobody says y'all can't do what y'all want. We all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. You have to do what'southward correct. You have to go home to the family unit. You lot got to go dwelling, okay? Look at me. You got to get home. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know merely what to say to her. I'll say you'll go dorsum to her and it'll exist like when y'all first got married. I'll romance her. Information technology'll be beautiful. I know how to talk to her, especially to her. In the meantime, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead y'all go with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You lot come with me.

Paulie: Take a skillful fourth dimension. Sit in the lord's day. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: Nosotros'll take a good time.

Paulie: After that, you'll go dorsum to Karen. There'south no other way. No divorce. We're non animoli.

Jimmy: No divorce. She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him, just non divorce him. [they laugh]

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

Guard: Mrs. Hill, this mode. Sign this book, please.

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Name of Inmate: Henry Loma

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Company'due south center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are yous talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: You desire her to visit you? Allow her stay upwardly all nighttime, crying and writing messages to the parole board.

Henry: What am I doing here? Where am I? I'm in jail. I can't stop people from coming to see me.

Karen: Good. Let her sneak this stuff every week. [Karen dangles a bag of illegal drugs in front end him] Let her fight these bastards every week!

Henry: Look what you're doing! Stop it!

Karen: I'grand sorry. Allow her sneak this shit in for you.

Henry: Volition you terminate information technology, Karen? Volition y'all stop information technology?

Karen: Let her do it! Permit her do it!

Henry: Finish It!!!

[Kids react to acrimony; Karen starts to sob]

Karen: Nobody is helping me. I am all lonely. Belle and Morrie are bankrupt. I asked your friend Remo for the money that he owes you, and you know what he told me? He told me to take my kids down to the law station and get on welfare.

Henry: Karen, Information technology'southward going to be okay.

Karen: Yeah? Even Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never run into anybody anymore.

Henry: It's simply you and me. That'south what happens when you go away. I told you lot that nosotros're on our ain. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. Every bit long as he's on parole, he doesn't desire anybody doing anything.

Karen: I can't do information technology.

Henry: Yes, you can. Karen, Heed to me. All I need is for you to bring me this stuff. I got a guy in hither from Pittsburgh who'll aid me motion it. Believe me, in a month nosotros're gonna be fine. We won't need anybody.

Karen: I'm agape. I'chiliad afraid if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I just say, Don't worry nigh him. He is not helping united states out. Is he putting any nutrient on the tabular array? We've gotta help each other. We've just gotta-- Heed, Nosotros've gotta be really careful while we do it.

Karen: I don't want to hear a word about her anymore, Henry.

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has just been released from prison house

Henry'due south Children: Daddy! Are you lot out for practiced? Are you coming to my recital? Here is a picture show I drew!

Henry takes a look at the low-hire tenement his wife and kids are looking in and reacts with disgust

Henry: Karen, become packed. We are moving out. I am going to Pittsburgh tommorow.

Karen: What? You lot have a meeting with your parole officer tommorow.

Henry: Don't worry, they owe me $15,000. Who wants to go to Uncle Paulie's?

Children cheer. Cut to Paulie'south firm where people have a large dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in private

Paulie: I do not want whatsoever more of that shit.

Henry: I accept no idea what's going on here.

Paulie: I mean the drugs! I do not want any more of that junk.

Henry: Paulie, why would I want to get mixed up in that?

Paulie: Just don't do it. I am not talking nigh what y'all did in the can. You become a laissez passer for that. In there you had to do what you lot had to do to back up your family. I am talking about here and at present. I do not desire to end up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years only for saying good forenoon to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his dorsum! Gribbs is 70 years sometime; the poor homo is going to die in prison. So I am warning everyone, information technology could be my son, it could be anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff around, but when I did, information technology was a real score. In a month I had a downward payment on my house and things were rolling. I knew as long as the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

---

Henry: [sniveling] Paulie, I am really sorry.

Paulie: You fucked up good. You looked me in the eye and treated me like shit; like I was nobody.

Henry: I couldn't come to you; not after what you said to me. I was ashamed then; I am ashamed now. I swear on my kids, I am clean. But I got nowhere else to get. I could actually use some help now.

Paulie: Accept this.

[Paulie pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and easily it to Henry]

Henry: Cheers.

Paulie: And at present I take to plough my back on you. There is no other way.

Henry: [narrating] My advantage for a lifetime of service to Paulie: $3,200. It was not fifty-fifty enough to pay for my catafalque.

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{as narrator}: I got there fifteen minutes early on, Jimmy was already there waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, do non talk on the telephone. Now you see why? Do not worry, I retrieve you stand a skilful chance of beating this case.

Jimmy: There was a kid we knew, turned out to be a rat.

Henry: Really?

Jimmy: Aye. Establish him hiding in Florida. How would you feel about going with Anthony, take care of that guy?

[Jimmy slips a message with information. Screen freeze-frames]

Henry: [narrating] Jimmy never asked me to whack a guy earlier. Now in the midst of all this he is asking me to get to Florida and do a hit with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would accept never returned from Florida live.

Taglines [edit]

• 3 Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "As far back as I tin can remember, I've e'er wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No large deal'.
• In a world that's powered past violence, on the streets where the fierce have power, a new generation carries on an quondam tradition.

Bandage [edit]

• Robert De Niro - Jimmy Conway
• Ray Liotta - Henry Hill
• Joe Pesci - Tommy DeVito
• Lorraine Bracco - Karen Hill
• Paul Sorvino - Paul Cicero
• Chuck Depression - Morris 'Morrie' Kessler
• Christopher Serrone - Young Henry Hill
• Frank Sivero - Frankie Carbone
• Tony Darrow - Sonny Bunz
• Frank Vincent - Billy Batts
• Frank Adonis - Anthony Stabile
• Catherine Scorsese - Mrs. DeVito, Tommy's Female parent
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen's Female parent
• Debi Mazar - Sandy
• Kevin Corrigan - Michael Colina
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel L. Jackson - Stacks Edwards
• Vincent Pastore - Man with Glaze Rack
• Ray DeBenedictis - "Pete"
• Jerry Vale - Himself
• Henny Youngman - Himself

External links [edit]

• Goodfellas quotes at the Cyberspace Flick Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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