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Every bit far back as I can recollect, I ever wanted to exist a gangster.

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

Directed past Martin Scorsese. Written past Nicholas Pileggi and Martin Scorsese, based on Pileggi's 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. But sometimes, fifty-fifty if people didn't become out of line, they got whacked.

Today, everything is different. In that location's no activeness. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't fifty-fifty get decent food. Correct after I got here, 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 as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the Us. Fifty-fifty before I starting time wandered into the cabstand for an subsequently-school job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. Information technology was there that I knew that I belonged. To me, information technology meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I mean, they did any they wanted. They double-parked in front end 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 it was only because Paulie didn't accept to move for anybody.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. But by then I didn't intendance. The way I saw it everybody takes a beating sometime.
• Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they made. And information technology was tribute, only like in the quondam country, except they were doing it here in America. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And that'southward what it'due south all well-nigh. That's what the FBI could never understand. That what Paulie and the arrangement does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's it. That'southward all. They're similar the police department for wiseguys.
• One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother'due south groceries all the mode home. Yous know why? Information technology was outta respect.
• For us to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to us, 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 assurance. If nosotros wanted something, we simply took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• Now the guy'south got Paulie as a partner. Whatever bug, he goes to Paulie. Problem with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can telephone call Paulie. Merely now the guy's gotta come up with Paulie's money every week, no matter what. Business concern bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a burn down? "Fuck you lot, pay me." Identify got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Besides, Paulie could do anything. Particularly run up bills on the joint'south credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And as soon as the deliveries are fabricated in the forepart door, y'all motion the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a disbelieve. You take a two hundred dollar example of booze and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't thing. Information technology's all profit. So finally, when there's nil left, when y'all can't infringe another buck from the bank or buy another case of booze, you lot bust the joint out. You light a match.
• For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the only mode that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes, even if people didn't leave of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits just became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over nothing and before you knew it, one of them was expressionless. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal thing. Information technology was no big deal. We had a serious trouble with Baton Batts. This was really a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a fabricated guy. Batts was office of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Earlier you could touch a fabricated guy, yous had to have a good reason. You lot had to have a sitdown, and you lot amend get an okay, or you lot'd be the i who got whacked.
• Saturday night was for wives, just Friday dark at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• Run into, y'all know when you call up of prison, you lot get pictures in your mind of all those quondam movies with rows and rows of guys backside confined...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 existent time, all mixed together, living similar pigs. But we lived solitary. And we owned the joint.
• [later on the Lufthansa heist] It made him sick to have to plough money over to the guys who stole information technology. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyhow, what did I intendance? I wasn't asking for anything and besides, Jimmy was making nice money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] But still, months subsequently the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open it to run across a expressionless man hanging on a claw like a meat husk] When they institute Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff it took them two days to thaw him out for the dissection.
• Y'all know, nosotros always chosen each other goodfellas. Like yous said to, uh, somebody, "You lot're gonna like this guy. He's all right. He'south a good fella. He's one of united states." Y'all sympathize? Nosotros were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made because we had Irish blood. Information technology didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a fellow member of a coiffure you've got to be i hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the old state. See, it'south the highest honor they can give y'all. Information technology means yous belong to a family unit and crew. Information technology means that nobody tin can fuck around with you lot. It also means you could fuck effectually with anybody just as long as they aren't likewise a member. It'southward similar a license to steal. It'southward a license to do anything. As far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like we were all being made. We would now have ane of our ain as a fellow member.
• [near Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And in that location was goose egg that we could do about information technology. Batts was a fabricated man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit all the same and accept information technology. It was among the Italians. Information technology was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face and then his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.
• For a 2d, I thought I was expressionless, merely when I heard all the noise 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 role of a coiffure, nobody e'er tells y'all that they're going to kill y'all. It doesn't happen that manner. There weren't any arguments or curses similar in the movies. So your murderers come with smiles. They come up as your friends, the people who have cared for you all of your life, and they e'er seem to come up at a time when you're at your weakest and well-nigh in need of their assistance.
• It was easy for all of u.s. to disappear. My house 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 canvass, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to prove to the regime I was ever live.
• Run across, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I yet love the life. And nosotros were treated like movie stars with musculus. We had information technology all, just for the request. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had newspaper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call abroad. Gratuitous cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the metropolis. I'd bet twenty, xxx grand over a weekend then I'd either accident the winnings in a calendar week or become to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't thing. It didn't hateful anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more. Nosotros ran everything. We paid off cops. Nosotros paid off lawyers. Nosotros paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it'due south all over. And that's the hardest function. Today, everything is different. There's no activeness. I accept to wait around like everyone else. Can't fifty-fifty 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 become to live the remainder of my life similar a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

• One night, Bobby Vinton sent usa champagne. There was nil similar information technology. I didn't remember there was anything foreign in whatever of this. You know, a twenty-one-year-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to exist prissy to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.
• 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 hide. But I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, nosotros weren't married to nine-to-5 guys, but the first time I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore too much brand-up. I mean, they didn't expect very adept. They looked crush-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 beating them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids still didn't pay any attention...Later on a while, it got to exist all normal. None of information technology seemed similar crimes. It was more than 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 encephalon surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The only fashion they could make actress coin, real extra money, was to become out and cutting a few corners...Nosotros were all so very shut. I mean, there were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being 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. We just went to each other's houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were built-in, Mickey and Jimmy were ever the beginning at the hospital. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we ever went together. No outsiders, ever. Information technology got to be normal. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of married man who was willing to go out and risk his neck just to get us the little extras.
• But still I couldn't injure him. How could I injure him? I couldn't even bring myself to leave 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 start compression like a human, and you lot learned the 2 almost important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and Ever keep your rima oris close.

I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'g a clown? I amuse you?

Jimmy: [To young Henry, after he gets cleared in court] Congratulations, hither's your graduation present [Puts money in Henry's pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I thought you'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'yard proud of ya. You took your get-go pinch like a human, and you learned the 2 well-nigh important things in life. You lot listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and Always keep your mouth close. [Gives Henry an affectionate light slap on the cheek and leads him out of the court. 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]

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

Tommy: What do you mean I'm funny?

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

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

[Everyone becomes serenity]

Henry: Information technology's just, you lot know, you're just funny. Information technology's funny, the way y'all tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I hateful, what's funny well-nigh it?

Anthony: Tommy, no, yous 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 correct.

Henry: Only —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You lot hateful, allow me sympathise this, 'cause, ya know maybe information technology'southward me, I'1000 a little fucked up peradventure, but I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I charm yous? I make y'all express joy, I'm here to fuckin' charm yous? What do you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

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

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

[Long interruption]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

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

---

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, information technology got to be all normal. None of information technology 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 just style 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, you fuckin' varmint?!

Karen: [narrating] We were all so very close. I mean, at that place were never whatever outsiders around. Absolutely never. And beingness together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more normal.

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

Henry: Do what?

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

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

Karen: How come?

Henry: To get 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 get caught? Considering they fall asleep in the getaway car.

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

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna interruption your balls, I'd tell you to go habitation and get your shine box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was not bad. They, they used to telephone call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes expect like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of coin, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Maybe yous didn't hear about it, you've been abroad a long time; they didn't go upwards there and tell you lot. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what'southward got into you? I'm breakin' your assurance a little bit, that's all. I'g only kiddin' with ya.

Tommy: Sometimes you lot don't audio similar you're kidding, you know? In that location's a lotta people around...

Billy: Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. Nosotros're having a party and I just came dwelling house, and I haven't seen yous in a long time, and I'm breakin' your balls, and right away you lot're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm distressing, I didn't mean to offend y'all.

Tommy: I'm sorry too. It's okay. No trouble.

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

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

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

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking caput. Adjacent thing you know he'll accept one of these fucking walkers. Simply you can still dance. Requite united states a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You lot fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. Yous want sympathy, is that correct, 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 kid, he's got a lot of fucking balls. Skilful for you! Don't take no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the human foot, he tells him to get fuck himself. Tommy, you gonna let this fucking punk get away with that? What'south this world coming to?

Tommy: [standing and shooting Spider] That'due south what the fucking world'south coming to, how practise ya like that? How's that?

Henry: What is wrong with y'all?!

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

Tommy: How do I know yous'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 dead.

Tommy: [later a brief silence] I'm a good shot, what exercise you desire from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this distance?

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

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I can't fucking believe you. Now, you're gonna dig the fucking thing at present. Yous're gonna dig the hole. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna practise it.

Tommy: Fine! I'll dig the fucking pigsty, I don't give a fuck. What is it, the first hole I always dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

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Paulie: [about Henry's cheating] Karen came to the house. She's very upset. This is no good; you gotta straighten this out. We gotta have calm.

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to take it like shooting fish in a barrel. You got children. I'thousand non saying go back to her this minute, only y'all got to go back. Y'all got to continue up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the ii of them come to my house every mean solar day commiserating, the two of them. I just can't have it. I can't do information technology, Henry. I can't practice it. Nobody says y'all tin't practise what y'all want. We all know that. This is what it is. Nosotros know what it is. You lot have to practice what'south right. You have to get home to the family unit. You got to go home, okay? Expect at me. You got to go home. Smarten upwardly.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know just what to say to her. I'll say you'll become back to her and it'll be similar when you lot start got married. I'll romance her. Information technology'll exist beautiful. I know how to talk to her, particularly to her. In the meantime, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you become with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You come up with me.

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

Jimmy: We'll have a good fourth dimension.

Paulie: After that, you'll get 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 impale him, but not divorce him. [they express joy]

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

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

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Proper noun of Inmate: Henry Colina

Name of Company: Janice Rossi

Visitor'due south centre

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are yous talking virtually?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

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

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

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

Henry: Look what yous're doing! Terminate it!

Karen: I'm distressing. Let her sneak this shit in for y'all.

Henry: Will yous stop information technology, Karen? Will you end it?

Karen: Let her do it! Let her exercise it!

Henry: STOP It!!!

[Kids react to acrimony; 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 y'all, and you lot know what he told me? He told me to take my kids down to the police force station and get on welfare.

Henry: Karen, It'due south going to exist okay.

Karen: Yes? Even Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never come across anybody anymore.

Henry: It's just yous and me. That'due south what happens when y'all become away. I told you that nosotros're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. Every bit long as he's on parole, he doesn't desire anybody doing anything.

Karen: I tin can't do information technology.

Henry: Yep, you lot tin can. Karen, Listen to me. All I demand is for yous to bring me this stuff. I got a guy in here from Pittsburgh who'll help me move information technology. Believe me, in a calendar month nosotros're gonna be fine. We won't need everyone.

Karen: I'one thousand afraid. I'm afraid if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I just say, Don't worry most him. He is not helping us out. Is he putting whatsoever nutrient on the table? We've gotta assist each other. We've just gotta-- Heed, Nosotros've gotta be really careful while we do information technology.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has but been released from prison

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

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

Henry: Karen, go packed. Nosotros 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 $xv,000. Who wants to get to Uncle Paulie'southward?

Children cheer. Cut to Paulie'south house where people accept a big dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in individual

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

Henry: I have no thought what'southward going on hither.

Paulie: I hateful the drugs! I do not desire any more of that junk.

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

Paulie: Just don't do information technology. I am non talking about what you did in the can. You lot go a pass for that. In in that location you had to do what you lot had to do to support your family. I am talking well-nigh here and now. I practice non want to finish up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years just for saying good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Gribbs is 70 years former; the poor human being is going to dice in prison. Then I am warning anybody, it could be my son, information technology could exist anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

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

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

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

Henry: I couldn't come up to you lot; not later on what you said to me. I was ashamed then; I am aback now. I swear on my kids, I am make clean. But I got nowhere else to go. I could really use some help at present.

Paulie: Accept this.

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

Henry: Thank you.

Paulie: And now I accept to plough my back on you. There is no other way.

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

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{as narrator}: I got there 15 minutes early, Jimmy was already there 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 stand up a skillful chance of beating this instance.

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

Henry: Really?

Jimmy: Yeah. Found him hiding in Florida. How would y'all experience 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 before. Now in the midst of all this he is asking me to become to Florida and do a hit with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would have never returned from Florida alive.

Taglines [edit]

• Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "As far back as I can call back, I've ever wanted to exist a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come up with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No big bargain'.
• In a world that'due south powered past violence, on the streets where the violent have power, a new generation carries on an onetime tradition.

Cast [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 - Baton Batts
• Frank Adonis - Anthony Stabile
• Catherine Scorsese - Mrs. DeVito, Tommy'southward Mother
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen'southward Mother
• Debi Mazar - Sandy
• Kevin Corrigan - Michael Hill
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel L. Jackson - Stacks Edwards
• Vincent Pastore - Man with Coat Rack
• Ray DeBenedictis - "Pete"
• Jerry Vale - Himself
• Henny Youngman - Himself

External links [edit]

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

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