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

Goodfellas is a 1990 film nigh the rising and fall of iii 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 unit.

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 get out of line, they got whacked.

Today, everything is unlike. In that location's no action. I accept to wait around like everyone else. Can't even become decent nutrient. Right subsequently 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 alive the rest of my life similar a schnook.

• As far dorsum equally I tin can remember, I always wanted to exist a gangster. To me, being a gangster was improve than being President of the U.s.. Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an subsequently-school job, I knew I wanted to be a office of them. It was in that location 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 everyone 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 nighttime, nobody ever chosen the cops.
• Paulie might've moved tiresome, but information technology was but considering Paulie didn't have 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 care. The way I saw it everybody takes a beating sometime.
• Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a slice of everything they made. And it was tribute, just like in the sometime state, 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's what it'southward all nigh. That'southward what the FBI could never sympathize. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't get to the cops. That's information technology. That'due south all. They're like the police department for wiseguys.
• One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother'south groceries all the mode domicile. You know why? It was outta respect.
• For us to live any other style was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every 24-hour interval and worried about their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• At present the guy'due south got Paulie every bit a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Problem with the bill? He tin can go to Paulie. Problem with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. Just now the guy'southward gotta come up with Paulie's money every calendar week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "Fuck you, pay me." Identify got striking by lightning, huh? "Fuck you lot, pay me." Also, Paulie could do anything. Particularly run up bills on the joint's credit. And why non? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And equally soon as the deliveries are made in the forepart door, you move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You lot take a ii hundred dollar instance of alcohol and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all profit. And and then finally, when there's nothing left, when yous tin't borrow another buck from the bank or purchase another case of booze, y'all bosom the joint out. You light a friction match.
• For virtually of the guys, killings got to exist accepted. Murder was the only manner that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, yous got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Just sometimes, even if people didn't exit of line, they got whacked. I hateful, hits just became a addiction for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over naught and earlier you knew it, ane of them was expressionless. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal thing. Information technology was no large deal. We had a serious trouble with Billy Batts. This was really a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was office of the Gambino coiffure and was considered untouchable. Before you could bear upon a made guy, you had to have a expert reason. You had to have a sitdown, and you better get an okay, or you'd be the i who got whacked.
• Saturday dark was for wives, but Friday dark at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• Meet, yous know when you recollect of prison house, you lot get pictures in your mind of all those onetime movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars...Merely 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 articulation was doing real fourth dimension, all mixed together, living like pigs. Just we lived lone. And we owned the joint.
• [subsequently the Lufthansa heist] Information technology made him sick to have to turn coin over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyhow, what did I intendance? I wasn't asking for anything and likewise, Jimmy was making nice coin with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] But still, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open information technology to encounter a dead man hanging on a hook like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so strong it took them 2 days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
• You know, nosotros always called each other goodfellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna similar this guy. He'southward all right. He'due south a adept fella. He's one of us." You lot understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made considering nosotros had Irish blood. It didn't fifty-fifty matter that my mother was Sicilian. To get a member of a crew yous've got to be one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the old land. See, it'due south the highest honor they can give y'all. Information technology means you vest to a family and coiffure. Information technology means that nobody can fuck around with y'all. It as well means y'all could fuck around with everyone just every bit long as they aren't too a fellow member. It's similar a license to steal. It's a license to practice anything. As far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy beingness made, information technology was like we were all being fabricated. We would at present have one of our own as a fellow member.
• [about Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was zip that nosotros could practise almost information technology. Batts was a made man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit still and accept information technology. It was among the Italians. Information technology was real greaseball shit. They fifty-fifty shot Tommy in the face then his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.
• For a second, I thought I was dead, but when I heard all the noise I knew they were cops. Just cops talk that way. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been expressionless.
• If you lot're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that fashion. There weren't any arguments or curses similar in the movies. And so your murderers come with smiles. They come equally your friends, the people who have cared for you all of your life, and they always seem to come at a time when you're at your weakest and well-nigh in demand of their aid.
• Information technology was easy for all of united states of america to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the proper noun of my wife or my mother-in-law. My driver'south license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My birth certificate, arrest sheet, and my service tape from the Army were all that existed to show to the government I was always alive.
• See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still dearest the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had information technology all, merely 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 bowl full of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call away. Gratis cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the urban center. I'd bet twenty, thirty thousand over a weekend and and so I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it'southward all over. And that'south the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There'due south no action. I have to expect around like everyone else. Tin can't even get decent nutrient. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'yard an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

• One night, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. At that place was aught like it. I didn't remember there was anything foreign in any of this. Y'all know, a twenty-one-year-old child with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really dainty. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.
• I know there are women, like my best friends, who would take gotten out of there the minute their fellow gave them a gun to hibernate. But I didn't. I gotta acknowledge the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, nosotros weren't married to nine-to-five guys, but the first fourth dimension I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore too much make-up. I mean, they didn't await very skilful. They looked beat-upwards. 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 nearly chirapsia them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids nevertheless didn't pay any attention...Afterward a while, it got to exist all normal. None of it seemed like 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 brain surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The only style they could make actress coin, real extra money, was to go out and cutting a few corners...We were all so very close. I mean, at that place were never whatever outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more normal.
• We always did everything together and we e'er were in the aforementioned oversupply. Anniversaries, christenings. Nosotros only went to each other's houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were e'er the kickoff at the hospital. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we always went together. No outsiders, ever. Information technology got to exist normal. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to go out and risk his neck just to get united states the little extras.
• Only nonetheless I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to get out him. The truth was that no affair 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 first pinch similar a man, and you learned the ii almost important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your oral fissure shut.

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

Jimmy: [To young Henry, afterward he gets cleared in court] Congratulations, here'southward your graduation present [Puts money in Henry'southward pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I thought you lot'd exist mad.

Jimmy: I'm non mad, I'm proud of ya. Y'all took your offset compression like a man, and you learned the two most of import things in life. Y'all listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your mouth shut. [Gives Henry an appreciating 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, yous broke yer red! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

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

Tommy: What practise you mean I'm funny?

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

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

[Everyone becomes quiet]

Henry: It'due south only, you lot know, you're just funny. It's funny, the manner yous tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I mean, what's funny most it?

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

Tommy: Oh, oh, Anthony. He's 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: Yous hateful, allow me sympathize this, 'cause, ya know possibly information technology'south me, I'm a fiddling fucked up possibly, but I'yard funny how? I mean funny similar I'm a clown? I amuse yous? I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you hateful 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 practise I know? You said I'yard funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny virtually me?! Tell me, tell me what'southward 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, you! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may fold nether questioning!

---

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, information technology got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crime. Information technology was more similar 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 encephalon surgeons, they were blue-collar guys. The merely way they could make extra 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, yous fuckin' varmint?!

Karen: [narrating] We were all and so very close. I hateful, in that location were never any outsiders effectually. Absolutely never. And being together all the time 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 non take care of themselves; they looked beat upwards 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 however wouldn't pay attention. [later in her bedroom] I don't think I can practice information technology, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

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

Henry: Bet she didn't tell you why her hubby went at that place?

Karen: How come up?

Henry: To get away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no ane 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 go defenseless? Because they fall comatose in the getaway car.

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

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna suspension your balls, I'd tell you lot to go home and go your shine box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was nifty. 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. Perhaps you didn't hear nearly it, yous've been away a long fourth dimension; they didn't get upwardly there and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what'southward got into you lot? I'm breakin' your balls a niggling bit, that'south all. I'm only kiddin' with ya.

Tommy: Sometimes y'all don't sound like you're kidding, y'all know? In that location'south a lotta people around...

Billy: Tommy, I'one thousand only kiddin' with you lot. We're having a political party and I simply came home, and I haven't seen y'all in a long fourth dimension, and I'thou breakin' your balls, and correct abroad y'all're getting fuckin' fresh. I'yard sorry, I didn't hateful to offend you.

Tommy: I'm sorry as well. It's okay. No problem.

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

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

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

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your human foot is bigger than your fucking caput. Next affair you know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. But yous can yet dance. Give us a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You lot fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You lot want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Everyone, simply Tommy, laughs]

Jimmy: I didn't hear correct. 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 assurance. Salubrious! Don't take no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to go fuck himself. Tommy, you lot gonna permit this fucking punk go away with that? What's this world coming to?

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

Henry: What is wrong with you?!

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

Tommy: How practice I know yous're kidding? You breaking my fucking balls?!

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

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

Tommy: [afterward a cursory silence] I'm a good shot, what practice you lot want from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this distance?

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

Jimmy: Stupid bounder, I tin't fucking believe you. At present, you're gonna dig the fucking affair at present. You're gonna dig the pigsty. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna practice information technology.

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

---

Paulie: [nigh Henry's adulterous] Karen came to the firm. She'due south very upset. This is no good; y'all gotta straighten this out. We gotta have calm.

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to accept information technology easy. Yous got children. I'm not maxim become back to her this minute, but you got to go dorsum. Yous got to continue up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come up to my business firm every day commiserating, the 2 of them. I but can't have it. I tin can't exercise it, Henry. I can't practise it. Nobody says you tin't exercise what you desire. We all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. You accept to do what's right. Y'all have to go abode to the family. You got to go home, okay? Look at me. You got to become home. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know simply what to say to her. I'll say you'll get back to her and it'll be like when you first got married. I'll romance her. It'll be beautiful. I know how to talk to her, especially to her. In the concurrently, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you get with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You come with me.

Paulie: Accept a expert time. Sit down in the sun. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: We'll have a skilful time.

Paulie: After that, y'all'll go back to Karen. There'due south no other manner. No divorce. Nosotros're not animoli.

Jimmy: No divorce. She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him, but not divorce him. [they laugh]

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

Guard: Mrs. Colina, this way. Sign this book, please.

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Company'south heart

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are yous talking nearly?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: Y'all want her to visit y'all? Let 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 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 y'all're doing! Cease information technology!

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

Henry: Will you stop it, Karen? Will you stop it?

Karen: Let her do it! Let her practice information technology!

Henry: Terminate IT!!!

[Kids react to anger; Karen starts to sob]

Karen: Nobody is helping me. I am all alone. Belle and Morrie are bankrupt. I asked your friend Remo for the money that he owes you, and yous 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'southward going to be okay.

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

Henry: It's only you and me. That'southward what happens when you go away. I told you that we're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. Every bit long every bit he's on parole, he doesn't want anybody doing annihilation.

Karen: I can't do it.

Henry: Yes, you can. Karen, Heed to me. All I need is for you to bring me this stuff. I got a guy in here from Pittsburgh who'll help me movement it. Believe me, in a calendar month we're gonna be fine. We won't demand everyone.

Karen: I'yard afraid. I'm afraid if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I simply say, Don't worry about him. He is not helping united states of america out. Is he putting any food on the table? We've gotta help each other. We've just gotta-- Mind, Nosotros've gotta exist actually careful while we exercise it.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has just been released from prison

Henry's Children: Daddy! Are y'all out for good? Are you lot coming to my recital? Here is a moving picture I drew!

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

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

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

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

Children cheer. Cut to Paulie'southward house where people accept a large dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in private

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

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

Paulie: I mean the drugs! I do not desire whatever more than of that junk.

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

Paulie: Only don't do it. I am non talking almost what you did in the can. You get a pass for that. In in that location you lot had to do what you had to do to support your family unit. I am talking about here and now. I practise not want to terminate up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years but for saying good morn to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his back! Gribbs is lxx years old; the poor homo is going to die in prison. So I am alert anybody, 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 effectually, but when I did, it was a real score. In a month I had a down payment on my house and things were rolling. I knew every bit long every bit the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

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

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

Henry: I couldn't come to you lot; not afterward what y'all said to me. I was ashamed so; I am ashamed now. I swear on my kids, I am clean. Simply I got nowhere else to go. I could really use some help at present.

Paulie: Take this.

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

Henry: Thank you.

Paulie: And now I have to turn my back on you. At that place is no other fashion.

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

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{equally narrator}: I got at that place xv minutes early, Jimmy was already there waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, practice non talk on the telephone. Now you run across why? Do not worry, I think you 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 experience nearly going with Anthony, take intendance 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 go 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]

• 3 Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "Every bit far back every bit I can think, I've always wanted to exist a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No big deal'.
• In a world that's powered by violence, on the streets where the violent accept power, a new generation carries on an old tradition.

Cast [edit]

• Robert De Niro - Jimmy Conway
• Ray Liotta - Henry Colina
• 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'south Mother
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen's Female parent
• 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 Picture show Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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