Are We Close to a 2008 Bust Again

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

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

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

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Loma [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'due south no action. I have to expect around like everyone else. Can't even get decent food. Right later I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'k an average nobody. I get to live the residual of my life like a schnook.

• Every bit far back as I tin call up, I ever wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the U.s.. Even before I kickoff wandered into the cabstand for an later-school job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was in that location that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was total of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I hateful, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody always gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played cards all night, nobody ever called the cops.
• Paulie might've moved deadening, but information technology was only because 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. Simply by and so I didn't care. The way I saw it everybody takes a beating sometime.
• Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they fabricated. And it was tribute, only similar in the old land, 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 information technology's all nigh. That'south what the FBI could never empathize. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That'due south it. That'south all. They're similar the police department for wiseguys.
• One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my female parent's groceries all the fashion habitation. You know why? It was outta respect.
• For u.s.a. to alive whatsoever other style was basics. Uh, to u.s.a., those goody-proficient 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 we wanted something, nosotros just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Whatever problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he tin can call Paulie. But now the guy'southward gotta come up with Paulie's coin every week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got striking by lightning, huh? "Fuck you lot, pay me." Likewise, Paulie could practise anything. Especially run up bills on the joint's credit. And why non? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyhow. And every bit soon as the deliveries are made in the front door, y'all movement the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a disbelieve. You take a two hundred dollar case of booze and yous sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all profit. And so finally, when there'southward nothing left, when y'all tin can't borrow another cadet from the depository financial institution or buy another instance of booze, you lot bust the joint out. You light a match.
• For most of the guys, killings got to be accustomed. Murder was the just fashion that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you lot got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked. I hateful, hits just became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would go into arguments over zero and before you knew it, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal thing. It was no big deal. Nosotros had a serious problem with Billy Batts. This was really a touchy affair. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was part of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Earlier you could bear upon a made guy, you had to have a good reason. You had to take a sitdown, and y'all meliorate get an okay, or y'all'd be the i who got whacked.
• Saturday night was for wives, just Friday nighttime at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• See, y'all 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...But information technology wasn't similar 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 like pigs. Merely we lived alone. And we endemic the articulation.
• [after the Lufthansa heist] It fabricated him sick to have to turn money over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyhow, what did I care? 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 nonetheless, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open it to run across a dead human being hanging on a claw like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen then stiff it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
• Y'all know, we ever called each other goodfellas. Similar you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He'south all right. He's a good fella. He'southward one of us." You understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made considering we had Irish blood. It didn't fifty-fifty matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you've got to exist one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives dorsum to the old state. See, it's the highest honour they can give y'all. It ways you vest to a family and crew. It ways that nobody tin fuck around with you. It besides means you could fuck around with anybody but equally long every bit they aren't also a member. Information technology's similar a license to steal. It'due south a license to do annihilation. Every bit far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, information technology was like we were all being made. We would now accept 1 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 nothing that we could do about information technology. Batts was a fabricated man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit still and accept information technology. It was among the Italians. It was existent greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face so his female parent couldn't give him an open bury at the funeral.
• For a second, I idea 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 yous're part of a crew, nobody ever tells yous that they're going to impale you. It doesn't happen that way. There weren't whatever arguments or curses like in the movies. So your murderers come up with smiles. They come as 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 most in need of their help.
• Information technology was easy for all of us to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the proper name of my married woman or my mother-in-law. My driver's license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My birth document, abort sail, and my service record from the Regular army were all that existed to evidence to the government I was ever live.
• Run into, the hardest affair for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And nosotros were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had information technology all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper numberless filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a carbohydrate bowl full of coke next to the bed. Annihilation I wanted was a telephone call away. Gratis cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the metropolis. I'd bet xx, thirty one thousand over a weekend then I'd either accident 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 bankrupt I would go 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 it's all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. At that place'due south 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'grand an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Colina [edit]

• One nighttime, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. In that location was nothing like it. I didn't recollect there was anything strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-twelvemonth-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was actually overnice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to exist nice to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.
• I know in that location are women, like my best friends, who would accept gotten out of in that location the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, we weren't married to nine-to-five guys, but the get-go time I realized how unlike was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad pare and wore too much brand-up. I mean, they didn't look very skillful. They looked mussed-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 nearly chirapsia them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids still didn't pay any attention...After a while, information technology got to be all normal. None of it seemed like 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 encephalon surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The but fashion they could make extra money, real extra money, was to get out and cut a few corners...Nosotros were all and so very close. I hateful, there were never any outsiders effectually. Absolutely never. And being together all the time fabricated everything seem all the more normal.
• Nosotros e'er did everything together and we e'er were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We only went to each other'due south houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were built-in, Mickey and Jimmy were e'er 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 be normal. Information technology got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of married man who was willing to become out and risk his neck just to go us the little extras.
• But still I couldn't hurt him. How could I injure him? I couldn't even bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was nevertheless very attracted to him. Why should I give him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

You lot took your start pinch similar a man, and yous learned the two nearly of import things in life. Y'all listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your mouth shut.

I'g funny how? I mean funny like I'yard a clown? I charm y'all?

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

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, just yous did it right. You lot told 'em cipher and they got naught.

Henry: I thought yous'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm non mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your beginning pinch like a human being, and yous learned the two virtually important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your oral fissure shut. [Gives Henry an appreciating lite 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 bankrupt yer crimson! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

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

Tommy: What do you mean I'chiliad funny?

Henry: It's funny, yous know. It's a practiced story, information technology's funny, you're a funny guy!

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

[Everyone becomes placidity]

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

Tommy: Funny how? I hateful, what's funny about it?

Anthony: Tommy, no, you lot got information technology 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: Only —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You mean, let me understand this, 'crusade, ya know perchance information technology'south me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, only I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I charm you lot? I make you express joy, I'g here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you lot hateful 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 information technology! How practise I know? Y'all said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny virtually me?! Tell me, tell me what'due south funny!

[Long intermission]

Henry: Get the fuck out of hither, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

Tommy: Ya motherfucker! I almost had him, I nigh had him! Y'all stuttering prick, you lot! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder well-nigh you lot sometimes, Henry. You may fold nether questioning!

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Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to exist all normal. None of it seemed similar crime. It 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 brain surgeons, they were blue-collar guys. The merely way they could brand extra money, real actress money, was to leave 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, at that place were never any outsiders around. Admittedly never. And existence 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 beat up and their faces were caked with makeup. Nigh of the time was spent talking well-nigh how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids all the same wouldn't pay attending. [later in her bedroom] I don't think I tin do it, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

Karen: This whole thing. Jeannie said her hubby was sent to jail. God forbid, what if that happened to y'all?

Henry: Bet she didn't tell y'all why her married man went at that place?

Karen: How come up?

Henry: To become away from Jeannie! Karen, when information technology comes to the Mafia no one goes to jail unless they desire 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? Because they fall asleep in the getaway car.

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

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your assurance, I'd tell you lot to go dwelling and go your smoothen box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to phone call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! At present he'd make your shoes look like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He fabricated a lot of coin, besides. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more than shines, Baton.

Baton: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Possibly y'all didn't hear nigh it, yous've been away a long time; they didn't get up at that place and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

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

Tommy: Sometimes you don't sound like you're kidding, you lot know? There'southward a lotta people around...

Billy: Tommy, I'one thousand only kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I just came dwelling, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'thousand breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend yous.

Tommy: I'thou pitiful too. It'due south okay. No problem.

Billy: Okay, salud. [moment of silence as he takes a drink] At present 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]

Baton: [taunting] Yeah, yeah, yes, come up on, come on! Come on! Allow him become!

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking head. Adjacent thing y'all know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. Merely you lot can still dance. Requite u.s.a. a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Everyone, simply Tommy, laughs]

Jimmy: I didn't hear correct. I can't believe what I heard. [giving Spider greenbacks] This is for y'all. I got respect for this kid, he's got a lot of fucking balls. Good for you! Don't have no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to go fuck himself. Tommy, you lot gonna let this fucking punk become abroad with that? What's this world coming to?

Tommy: [standing and shooting Spider] That's what the fucking earth's coming to, how exercise 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 bedlamite?

Tommy: How do I know you're kidding? You 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: [later a brief silence] I'm a skillful shot, what do you desire from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this distance?

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

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I tin'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 give a fuck. What is it, the outset hole I always dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

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

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 maxim become back to her this minute, just you got to go dorsum. You got to keep up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my house every day commiserating, the two of them. I just can't have it. I tin't do information technology, Henry. I tin't do it. Nobody says you tin can't do what you lot want. Nosotros all know that. This is what information technology is. Nosotros know what it is. You have to do what'due south correct. You accept to go domicile to the family unit. You got to go dwelling house, okay? Look at me. Yous got to go abode. Smarten upward.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know merely what to say to her. I'll say yous'll become back to her and information technology'll be like when you commencement got married. I'll romance her. Information technology'll be cute. I know how to talk to her, especially to her. In the concurrently, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you go with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You come with me.

Paulie: Have a skilful time. Sit in the lord's day. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: Nosotros'll have a good fourth dimension.

Paulie: Afterward that, you'll get back to Karen. There'southward no other manner. No divorce. We're not animoli.

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

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Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

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

Karen signs ledger only something catches her eye

Proper name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Company'south center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking near?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

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

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

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

Henry: Look what you lot're doing! End it!

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

Henry: Will yous cease it, Karen? Will you end it?

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

Henry: STOP It!!!

[Kids react to anger; Karen starts to sob]

Karen: Nobody is helping me. I am all lonely. Belle and Morrie are broke. 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 downwards to the police station and get on welfare.

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

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

Henry: It's only you and me. That's what happens when you become abroad. I told you that we'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 can't do it.

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

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

Henry: Or I merely say, Don't worry about him. He is not helping united states of america out. Is he putting whatever food on the tabular array? We've gotta help each other. We've just gotta-- Listen, Nosotros've gotta be really careful while we do information technology.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has just been released from prison

Henry'south Children: Daddy! Are you out for skilful? Are you coming to my recital? Hither is a motion picture I drew!

Henry takes a look at the low-hire tenement his married woman 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 coming together with your parole officer tommorow.

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

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

Paulie: I do not desire any more 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 go mixed up in that?

Paulie: Just don't practice it. I am not talking about what you did in the can. You become a pass for that. In there you had to do what you had to do to support your family. I am talking virtually here and now. I practise not want to end upwardly like Gribbs. Gribbs got 20 years only for saying practiced morning to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Gribbs is 70 years one-time; the poor human being is going to die in prison. So I am alert everyone, it could be my son, information technology could exist anyone.

[Cutting to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff effectually, but 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 equally long as the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

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

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

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

Paulie: Have this.

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

Henry: Cheers.

Paulie: And now I have to plow my back on yous. There is no other style.

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

---

Henry enters a diner

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

Jimmy: All my life I said, do non talk on the telephone. Now yous run across why? Practice not worry, I think you lot stand a practiced adventure of beating this case.

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

Henry: Actually?

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

[Jimmy slips a bulletin 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 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]

• Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "As far back as I can remember, I've always wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No big deal'.
• In a earth that'southward powered by violence, on the streets where the violent take ability, a new generation carries on an quondam 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 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'southward Mother
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen's Mother
• Debi Mazar - Sandy
• Kevin Corrigan - Michael Hill
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel 50. 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 Internet Movie Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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