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As far back as I can call back, I always wanted to exist a gangster.

Goodfellas is a 1990 flick about the rise and fall of iii gangsters, spanning 3 decades.

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

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Henry Colina [edit]

Y'all got out of line, yous got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked.

Today, everything is unlike. At that place'south no action. I accept to wait around like everyone else. Tin't even get decent food. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'chiliad an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

• Equally far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was meliorate than being President of the United states of america. 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 at that place that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I mean, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in forepart of a hydrant and nobody always gave them a ticket. In the summertime when they played cards all night, nobody ever chosen the cops.
• Paulie might've moved irksome, only it was only 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 have 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 piece of everything they fabricated. And it was tribute, just like in the erstwhile 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's all well-nigh. That's what the FBI could never understand. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's it. That's all. They're like the police department for wiseguys.
• I mean solar day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.
• For us to live any other fashion was basics. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every solar day and worried about their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we simply took information technology. If anyone complained twice they got hitting so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• At present the guy's got Paulie equally a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the nib? He can get to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. Only at present the guy's gotta come upwards with Paulie'south money every week, no matter what. Business organisation bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, y'all had a fire? "Fuck you lot, pay me." Place got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck y'all, pay me." Too, Paulie could do anything. Especially run upwardly bills on the joint's credit. And why non? Nobody's gonna pay for information technology anyway. And equally shortly as the deliveries are made in the front end door, you movement the stuff out the dorsum and sell information technology at a discount. You lot have a two hundred dollar case of booze and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all profit. Then finally, when at that place'south nothing left, when you lot can't borrow some other buck from the bank or buy another example of alcohol, yous bust the joint out. You light a lucifer.
• For virtually of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the simply style that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, y'all got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Simply sometimes, even if people didn't get out 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 lot knew it, 1 of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the fourth dimension. Shooting people was a normal thing. It was no big deal. We had a serious problem with Billy Batts. This was actually a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was role of the Gambino coiffure and was considered untouchable. Before y'all could bear on a made guy, you had to accept a good reason. You lot had to take a sitdown, and you ameliorate become an okay, or you'd be the i who got whacked.
• Sat night was for wives, but Fri night at the Copa was ever for the girlfriends.
• Meet, you know when you think of prison house, you get pictures in your mind of all those one-time 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 like pigs. Only we lived solitary. And we owned the joint.
• [afterward the Lufthansa heist] It made him ill to have to turn coin over to the guys who stole information technology. 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 expressionless gangsters] But yet, months subsequently the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open it to come across a dead man hanging on a hook like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff information technology took them two days to thaw him out for the dissection.
• You know, we always chosen each other goodfellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna similar this guy. He'southward all right. He'due south a good fella. He's one of u.s.a.." You empathize? Nosotros were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never exist made because we had Irish gaelic blood. It 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 so they can trace all your relatives back to the old country. See, it'due south the highest honor they tin requite you. Information technology ways you belong to a family unit and crew. It ways that nobody can fuck effectually with you. It also ways you could fuck effectually with anybody just as long as they aren't also a fellow member. It's like a license to steal. It'due south a license to do anything. As far equally Jimmy was concerned with Tommy existence made, it was like nosotros were all being fabricated. Nosotros would now have one of our ain as a member.
• [well-nigh Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And at that place was nothing that nosotros could practise virtually it. Batts was a made human and Tommy wasn't. And nosotros had to sit still and take it. It was among the Italians. Information technology was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face up so his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.
• For a second, I idea I was dead, 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 part of a crew, nobody ever tells yous that they're going to impale y'all. It doesn't happen that way. There weren't whatever arguments or curses like in the movies. So your murderers come with smiles. They come as your friends, the people who have cared for you all of your life, and they e'er seem to come at a fourth dimension when you're at your weakest and virtually in demand of their assistance.
• It was easy for all of the states to disappear. My firm and cars were either registered in the name of my wife or my mother-in-law. My commuter's license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My birth certificate, arrest sheet, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to testify to the government I was ever alive.
• See, the hardest matter for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated similar moving-picture show stars with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had newspaper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a saccharide bowl full of coke adjacent to the bed. Anything I wanted was a telephone telephone call abroad. Complimentary cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the urban center. I'd bet twenty, thirty one thousand over a weekend and and then I'd either blow the winnings in a calendar week or go to the sharks to pay dorsum 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's all over. And that'southward the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to look around like everyone else. Can't even go 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 remainder of my life like a schnook.

Karen Colina [edit]

• One nighttime, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. There was nil similar it. I didn't think there was anything strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-year-erstwhile kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was actually dainty. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be 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 minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. Merely I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, we weren't married to nine-to-five guys, but the first time I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore too much make-upwardly. I hateful, they didn't expect very good. They looked beat-up. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and cheap. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked about how rotten their kids were and about beating them with broom handles and leather belts. Merely that the kids notwithstanding didn't pay any attention...Subsequently a while, it 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 mitt-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blueish-collar guys. The just way they could make extra coin, existent actress money, was to go out and cut a few corners...We were all so very shut. I mean, at that place were never whatsoever outsiders effectually. Absolutely never. And being together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more normal.
• We e'er did everything together and nosotros always were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We just went to each other'southward houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were built-in, Mickey and Jimmy were ever the first at the hospital. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we e'er went together. No outsiders, e'er. It got to be normal. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to get out and risk his cervix just to become us the little extras.
• But still I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't fifty-fifty bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was notwithstanding very attracted to him. Why should I requite him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

Yous took your first pinch like a homo, and you learned the ii most of import things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS continue your mouth close.

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

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

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I idea you'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'yard not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your first pinch like a man, and yous learned the two near important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and E'er keep your oral cavity shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate low-cal 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 ruby! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

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

Tommy: What do yous mean I'm funny?

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

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

[Everyone becomes placidity]

Henry: It's just, yous know, you're only funny. It's funny, the way you 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 large boy, he knows what he said. [to Henry] What did ya say? Funny how?

Anthony: Yous're right.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You lot hateful, let me understand this, 'cause, ya know maybe it's me, I'm a little fucked upward maybe, but I'thou funny how? I mean funny like I'thou a clown? I charm you? I make you laugh, I'one thousand here to fuckin' amuse 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 information technology! How practise I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny almost me?! Tell me, tell me what's funny!

[Long suspension]

Henry: Become the fuck out of hither, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

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

---

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of information technology 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 blueish-neckband guys. The merely way they could brand extra coin, real actress money, was to get 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 shut. I hateful, there were never any outsiders around. Admittedly never. And existence together all the time made everything seem all the more than normal.

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Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] Information technology was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did non take intendance of themselves; they looked beat up and their faces were caked with makeup. Most of the time was spent talking about how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electric wiring and the kids all the same wouldn't pay attention. [later in her bedchamber] I don't think I can do information technology, Henry.

Henry: Exercise what?

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

Henry: Bet she didn't tell y'all why her husband went in that location?

Karen: How come?

Henry: To become 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. Yous know who goes to jail? Nigger stickup men. Know why they get caught? Considering they fall asleep in the getaway automobile.

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

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you lot to go dwelling and get your smooth box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to 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 all-time. He made a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Maybe you didn't hear nigh it, you've been abroad 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 right out, what's got into you? I'm breakin' your balls a lilliputian bit, that's all. I'm only kiddin' with ya.

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

Billy: Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I simply came habitation, and I oasis't seen you in a long time, and I'grand breakin' your balls, and correct away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't hateful to offend you lot.

Tommy: I'chiliad sad likewise. It'due south okay. No problem.

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

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

Billy: [taunting] Aye, yeah, yeah, come on, come on! Come on! Let him get!

Tommy: Henry, he bought his fucking push button! That fake former tough guy! You lot bought your fucking button! Keep that motherfucker hither, go along him here! [leaves]

---

Tommy: Spider, that cast on your foot is bigger than your fucking head. Next matter you know he'll have i of these fucking walkers. But you lot can still dance. Requite us a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you lot. Tell the truth. You want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Everyone, simply 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. Good for you! Don't accept no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to go fuck himself. Tommy, you gonna let this fucking punk get away with that? What's this globe coming to?

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

Henry: What is incorrect with y'all?!

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

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

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

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

Tommy: [after a brief silence] I'k a good shot, what do you want from me?

Anthony: How could y'all miss at this distance?

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

Jimmy: Stupid bounder, I tin't fucking believe you. Now, you lot're gonna dig the fucking thing now. You'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 first hole I e'er dug? I'll fucking dig the pigsty. Where are the shovels?

---

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

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She'southward wild. And you got to accept it piece of cake. You lot got children. I'm not saying get back to her this minute, but you lot got to go back. You got to go on up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my firm every 24-hour interval commiserating, the two of them. I just can't have it. I tin can't practice it, Henry. I can't do it. Nobody says you can't practice what you desire. We all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. You have to do what's correct. You lot have to get abode to the family. You got to go home, okay? Look at me. Y'all got to go domicile. Smarten upwards.

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 back to her and it'll be like when you first got married. I'll romance her. It'll be cute. I know how to talk to her, particularly to her. In the meantime, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you lot get with Jimmy.

Jimmy: Y'all come up with me.

Paulie: Have a good fourth dimension. Sit in the sun. Accept a few days off.

Jimmy: We'll take a good time.

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

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

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

Baby-sit: Mrs. Hill, this way. Sign this book, please.

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Proper name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor'southward eye

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

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

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

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

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

Karen: I'm lamentable. Permit her sneak this shit in for you.

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

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

Henry: STOP IT!!!

[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 coin that he owes you, and you know what he told me? He told me to take my kids downwardly to the police station and become on welfare.

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

Karen: Aye? Fifty-fifty Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never encounter everyone anymore.

Henry: Information technology'due south just y'all and me. That'due south what happens when y'all go away. I told you that we're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. As long every bit he's on parole, he doesn't desire everyone doing anything.

Karen: I can't do it.

Henry: Yes, y'all 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 it. Believe me, in a month we're gonna be fine. Nosotros won't demand everyone.

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

Henry: Or I but say, Don't worry about him. He is non helping u.s. out. Is he putting whatsoever food on the table? We've gotta help each other. We've simply gotta-- Mind, We've gotta be really careful while nosotros do it.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has merely been released from prison house

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

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

Henry: Karen, go packed. We 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'south?

Children cheer. Cutting to Paulie's firm where people have a big dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in individual

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

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

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

Henry: Paulie, why would I desire to become mixed up in that?

Paulie: Just don't do it. I am not talking about what you did in the can. You go a pass for that. In there you had to practise what you had to practise to support your family. I am talking near here and at present. I do non want to end up similar Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years just for saying adept morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his back! Gribbs is 70 years former; the poor human being is going to dice in prison. So I am warning everyone, it could be my son, information technology could be 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 real score. In a month I had a downwards payment on my business firm and things were rolling. I knew equally long equally the greenbacks kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

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

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

Henry: I couldn't come up to yous; not after what you said to me. I was aback then; I am aback now. I swear on my kids, I am clean. Simply I got nowhere else to get. I could really use some assistance now.

Paulie: Take this.

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

Henry: Thank yous.

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

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

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{equally 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 stand a good chance of beating this case.

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

Henry: Really?

Jimmy: Yes. Found him hiding in Florida. How would you feel nearly going with Anthony, have care of that guy?

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

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

Taglines [edit]

• Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "Equally far back as I tin can remember, 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'southward powered by violence, on the streets where the tearing have ability, a new generation carries on an old 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's Female parent
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen'south Female parent
• Debi Mazar - Sandy
• Kevin Corrigan - Michael Hill
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel 50. Jackson - Stacks Edwards
• Vincent Pastore - Homo with Coat 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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