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As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

Goodfellas is a 1990 film about the rise and fall of three gangsters, spanning three decades.

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

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Henry Hill [edit]

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

Today, everything is different. There's no activity. I accept to wait effectually similar everyone else. Tin can't even get decent nutrient. Right afterwards 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.

• As far back every bit I can retrieve, I ever wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the United States. Even before I get-go wandered into the cabstand for an after-school task, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant existence somebody in a neighborhood that was total of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I mean, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody ever gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played cards all night, nobody ever called the cops.
• Paulie might've moved slow, but information technology was only because Paulie didn't have to motion for anybody.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand up, and every in one case in a while I'd accept to take a beating. Simply past and so I didn't care. The fashion I saw it everybody takes a beating old.
• Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they fabricated. And it was tribute, merely similar in the former 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 it's all about. That's what the FBI could never empathise. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't become to the cops. That'south it. That's all. They're like the police department for wiseguys.
• One mean solar day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home. You lot know why? It was outta respect.
• For us to live whatsoever other way was basics. Uh, to u.s.a., those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried about 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 hit so bad, believe me, they never complained once again.
• Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. Merely now the guy's gotta come up with Paulie'southward money every week, no thing what. Business concern bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "Fuck you, pay me." Identify got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Likewise, Paulie could do anything. Especially run upwards bills on the articulation's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And equally soon equally the deliveries are fabricated in the front end door, you move the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a discount. Yous take a ii hundred dollar case of booze and you lot sell it for a hundred. Information technology doesn't matter. It's all profit. And then finally, when there's zero left, when y'all tin't borrow another cadet from the depository financial institution or buy another case of alcohol, you bosom the joint out. Y'all lite a lucifer.
• For most of the guys, killings got to exist accepted. Murder was the simply way that everybody stayed in line. Y'all got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Merely sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits but became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over nothing and before you knew it, ane of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal thing. Information technology was no big deal. Nosotros had a serious problem with Billy Batts. This was actually a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was function of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Earlier you could touch a made guy, yous had to have a adept reason. You had to have a sitdown, and you better get an okay, or you'd be the one who got whacked.
• Sabbatum night was for wives, but Friday night at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• Run into, yous know when you think of prison, you get pictures in your listen of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys backside bars...Simply it wasn't like that for wiseguys. Information technology really wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his time in Atlanta...I hateful, everybody else in the joint was doing real time, all mixed together, living similar pigs. But nosotros lived alone. And we owned the joint.
• [afterward the Lufthansa heist] It made him sick to accept to plow money over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyway, what did I care? I wasn't asking for anything and likewise, Jimmy was making overnice money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of expressionless gangsters] But yet, 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 establish Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so potent 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 like this guy. He's all right. He'south a adept fella. He's one of us." Yous empathize? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. Simply Jimmy and I could never be made considering nosotros had Irish claret. Information technology didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you've got to be one hundred per cent Italian then they can trace all your relatives back to the erstwhile country. Meet, it's the highest honor they tin can give you lot. It means you belong to a family and coiffure. It means that nobody can fuck around with you. It also means you could fuck around with anybody just every bit long equally they aren't also a member. It's like a license to steal. Information technology's a license to practice anything. Every bit far every bit Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like we were all being made. Nosotros would at present have i of our own every bit a fellow member.
• [virtually Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that nosotros could do about it. Batts was a fabricated man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit down notwithstanding and accept it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They fifty-fifty shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't give him an open bury at the funeral.
• For a second, I thought I was dead, simply when I heard all the racket I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that way. 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 e'er tells you that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that style. In that location weren't whatsoever arguments or curses like in the movies. And then your murderers come with smiles. They come as your friends, the people who have cared for you lot all of your life, and they always seem to come at a fourth dimension when yous're at your weakest and well-nigh in demand of their help.
• It was easy for all of united states to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the name of my wife or my mother-in-police. My driver's license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My nascence certificate, abort sheet, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to prove to the regime I was e'er alive.
• See, the hardest affair for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And nosotros were treated similar pic stars with muscle. We had information technology all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar basin full of coke adjacent to the bed. Anything I wanted was a telephone phone call away. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet 20, thirty chiliad over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay dorsum the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't hateful anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more. We ran everything. Nosotros paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now information technology's all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There'southward no action. I take to wait around like everyone else. Can't fifty-fifty become decent food. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'g an average nobody. I become to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

• One night, Bobby Vinton sent united states of america champagne. There was nothing similar it. I didn't think in that location was anything strange in whatsoever of this. You know, a 20-one-year-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really prissy. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.
• I know at that place are women, like my best friends, who would take gotten out of at that place the infinitesimal their beau gave them a gun to hibernate. But I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, nosotros weren't married to nine-to-five guys, but the starting time fourth dimension I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore likewise much make-up. I mean, they didn't look very proficient. 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 about chirapsia them with broom handles and leather belts. Merely that the kids still didn't pay any attention...Afterward a while, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed similar crimes. It was more like 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 hand-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blueish-neckband guys. The only fashion they could make extra money, real actress money, was to go out and cut a few corners...Nosotros were all so very close. I mean, there were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And existence together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.
• We always did everything together and we always were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. Nosotros 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, we always went together. No outsiders, ever. It got to exist normal. Information technology got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of hubby who was willing to get out and risk his cervix just to get us the little extras.
• Simply withal I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to exit him. The truth was that no thing how bad I felt I was still very attracted to him. Why should I give him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

You took your commencement compression like a man, and y'all learned the two virtually important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and Ever go on your oral fissure shut.

I'm funny how? I mean funny similar I'm a clown? I charm you?

Jimmy: [To immature Henry, subsequently he gets cleared in courtroom] Congratulations, here's your graduation present [Puts money in Henry'southward pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, simply you did it right. You told 'em nada and they got nothing.

Henry: I thought you'd exist mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'grand proud of ya. Yous took your start pinch like a man, and you lot learned the two about important things in life. Yous listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and Always keep your oral fissure shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate lite slap on the cheek and leads him out of the courtroom. Exterior, 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 practise you lot hateful I'm funny?

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

Tommy: [dangerously] What do you lot mean? You hateful the way I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes tranquility]

Henry: Information technology'south just, you know, you're just funny. Information technology'southward funny, the way you tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I mean, what's funny about information technology?

Anthony: Tommy, no, you got it all wrong —

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: Simply —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You mean, let me understand this, 'cause, ya know maybe it's me, I'one thousand a picayune fucked up maybe, but I'k funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I amuse yous? I brand yous express mirth, I'm hither to fuckin' amuse you lot? What practice you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

Henry: Merely... y'all know, how y'all tell the story — what?

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. You said information technology! How practise I know? You said I'one thousand funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about 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 virtually had him! You stuttering prick, you! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder most y'all sometimes, Henry. Yous may fold under questioning!

---

Karen: [narrating] Later awhile, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crime. 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-collar guys. The but mode they could make extra money, existent extra coin, was to get out and cutting a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

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

Karen: [narrating] Nosotros were all and so very shut. I hateful, at that place were never any outsiders effectually. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.

---

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] Information technology was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did non take care of themselves; they looked shell upwardly and their faces were caked with makeup. Most of the fourth dimension was spent talking near how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids notwithstanding wouldn't pay attention. [later in her bedroom] I don't recall I tin can practice it, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

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

Henry: Bet she didn't tell you why her husband went there?

Karen: How come?

Henry: To go away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no one goes to jail unless they desire to. We beat the arrangement 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 get defenseless? Considering they fall asleep in the getaway automobile.

---

Tommy: Just don't go bustin' my assurance, Billy, okay?

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go domicile and get your shine box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Baton.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Maybe you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long fourth dimension; they didn't go up at that place and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? You lot flipped correct out, what's got into you lot? I'm breakin' your assurance a picayune bit, that's all. I'm merely kiddin' with ya.

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

Billy: Tommy, I'm merely kiddin' with you. We're having a political party and I just came dwelling, and I haven't seen y'all in a long time, and I'chiliad breakin' your assurance, and right away y'all're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend yous.

Tommy: I'm pitiful too. It's okay. No problem.

Billy: Okay, salud. [moment of silence as he takes a drink] Now go home and go ya fuckin' shinebox!

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

Billy: [taunting] Yeah, yeah, yeah, come up on, come on! Come on! Let him go!

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking caput. Next thing you lot know he'll take one of these fucking walkers. Only you tin can notwithstanding dance. Give u.s. a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You lot fucking bullshitter, yous. Tell the truth. You want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Everyone, but Tommy, laughs]

Jimmy: I didn't hear right. I 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 balls. Healthy! Don't accept no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to become fuck himself. Tommy, you gonna let this fucking punk become away with that? What'southward this world coming to?

Tommy: [continuing and shooting Spider] That's what the fucking earth's coming to, how exercise ya similar that? How's that?

Henry: What is incorrect with you?!

Jimmy: What is the fucking affair with you?! What, are you lot stupid or what?! I was kidding with you. Are y'all a sick maniac?

Tommy: How do I know you're kidding? Y'all breaking my fucking balls?!

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

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

Tommy: [afterwards a brief silence] I'thou a good shot, what practise you want from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this altitude?

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

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I can't fucking believe you. Now, you're gonna dig the fucking thing 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 pigsty, I don't give a fuck. What is it, the first pigsty I ever dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

---

Paulie: [about Henry'south adulterous] Karen came to the house. She's very upset. This is no skillful; you gotta straighten this out. We gotta have at-home.

Jimmy: Nosotros don't know what she'll do.

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She'south wild. And you got to take information technology easy. You got children. I'm not saying go back to her this infinitesimal, but yous got to go back. Y'all got to keep upwards appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come up to my house every day commiserating, the two of them. I only can't accept it. I tin't do it, Henry. I can't do it. Nobody says y'all can't exercise what you want. We all know that. This is what information technology is. We know what it is. Yous have to do what's right. You have to go home to the family. You got to go home, okay? Wait at me. Y'all got to get home. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know just what to say to her. I'll say you'll go dorsum to her and it'll be like when you get-go got married. I'll romance her. It'll be beautiful. I know how to talk to her, peculiarly to her. In the meantime, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you become with Jimmy.

Jimmy: Y'all come up with me.

Paulie: Have a good time. Sit in the dominicus. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: Nosotros'll have a skilful time.

Paulie: After that, you'll go back to Karen. In that location's no other way. No divorce. We're not animoli.

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

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

Guard: Mrs. Loma, this style. Sign this volume, delight.

Karen signs ledger merely something catches her eye

Name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor'south center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you lot talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the annals.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: Y'all want her to visit you? Let her stay up all night, crying and writing letters to the parole board.

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

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

Henry: Wait what you lot're doing! Cease information technology!

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

Henry: Will you lot stop it, Karen? Will you stop information technology?

Karen: Let her exercise it! Let her practice it!

Henry: STOP Information technology!!!

[Kids react to anger; Karen starts to sob]

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

Henry: Karen, It's going to exist okay.

Karen: Aye? Even Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never see anybody anymore.

Henry: It's only you and me. That's what happens when yous get abroad. I told yous that we're on our ain. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. Every bit long as he'southward on parole, he doesn't want anybody doing anything.

Karen: I can't do information technology.

Henry: Yes, yous tin can. Karen, Listen to me. All I need is for you to bring me this stuff. I got a guy in here from Pittsburgh who'll aid me move it. Believe me, in a month nosotros're gonna exist fine. We won't need anybody.

Karen: I'm agape. I'thou agape if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I just say, Don't worry about him. He is not helping us out. Is he putting any nutrient on the table? We've gotta help each other. We've just gotta-- Listen, We've gotta be really careful while we do it.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has just been released from prison

Henry's Children: Daddy! Are you out for skillful? Are you coming to my recital? Here is a flick I drew!

Henry takes a look at the low-rent tenement his married woman and kids are looking in and reacts with disgust

Henry: Karen, get packed. Nosotros are moving out. I am going to Pittsburgh tommorow.

Karen: What? You 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'due south house where people have a large dinner. Afterwards Paulie speaks to Henry in private

Paulie: I practice not want any more than of that shit.

Henry: I have no idea what'south going on here.

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

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

Paulie: Just don't do it. I am not talking well-nigh what you did in the can. Yous go a pass for that. In at that place you had to do what y'all had to exercise to support your family. I am talking almost here and now. I exercise not want to end up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years merely for saying good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Gribbs is lxx years old; the poor man is going to die in prison. Then 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, only when I did, it was a existent score. In a month I had a down payment on my house and things were rolling. I knew every bit long as the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

---

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

Paulie: You fucked up practiced. You looked me in the centre and treated me like shit; similar 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 make clean. But I got nowhere else to go. I could really use some help now.

Paulie: Take this.

[Paulie pulls a wad of greenbacks out of his pocket and hands it to Henry]

Henry: Thank you.

Paulie: And now I accept to plough my dorsum on yous. At that place is no other way.

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

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{as narrator}: I got there 15 minutes early, Jimmy was already in that location waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, do not talk on the phone. Now you see why? Do not worry, I think you lot stand up a good chance of beating this example.

Jimmy: In that location was a kid nosotros knew, turned out to be a rat.

Henry: Really?

Jimmy: Yeah. Found him hiding in Florida. How would you feel about going with Anthony, accept care of that guy?

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

Henry: [narrating] Jimmy never asked me to whack a guy before. At present in the midst of all this he is asking me to go to Florida and exercise a hitting with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would have never returned from Florida alive.

Taglines [edit]

• 3 Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "As far back as I can think, I've ever 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 by violence, on the streets where the violent have power, a new generation carries on an erstwhile tradition.

Bandage [edit]

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

External links [edit]

• Goodfellas quotes at the Internet Motion picture Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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