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Goodfellas is a 1990 picture nearly the rise and fall of 3 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.

Iii Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Hill [edit]

• As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was amend than being President of the United states of america. Even earlier I first wandered into the cabstand for an after-schoolhouse job, I knew I wanted to be a function of them. It was there that I knew that I belonged. To me, information technology meant beingness somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I hateful, they did whatsoever they wanted. They double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody e'er gave them a ticket. In the summertime when they played cards all nighttime, nobody e'er called the cops.
• Paulie might've moved slow, only information technology was only considering Paulie didn't take to move for everyone.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. Just by 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 made. And information technology was tribute, but similar in the old country, except they were doing information technology here in America. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And that'due south what it'south all about. That'due south what the FBI could never empathise. That what Paulie and the system does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's information technology. That's all. They're like the police department for wiseguys.
• One twenty-four hours some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother'due south groceries all the fashion abode. You know why? Information technology was outta respect.
• For us to alive any other mode 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 balls. If we wanted something, nosotros just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit and then bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• At present the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Whatever issues, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can telephone call Paulie. But at present the guy's gotta come up up with Paulie's money every week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "Fuck y'all, pay me." Identify got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Also, Paulie could practise annihilation. Especially run up bills on the joint's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for information technology anyway. And every bit soon as the deliveries are fabricated in the front door, you move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. Y'all take a two hundred dollar example of alcohol and yous sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. Information technology'south all turn a profit. So finally, when at that place'south zero left, when yous can't infringe another buck from the bank or purchase some other case of booze, you bust the joint out. Yous calorie-free a match.
• For near of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the just way that everybody stayed in line. Y'all got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Merely sometimes, even if people didn't go out of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits just became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over zero and before y'all knew it, i of them was expressionless. And they were shooting each other all the fourth dimension. Shooting people was a normal thing. It was no large deal. We 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. Y'all had to have a sitdown, and you better go an okay, or yous'd exist the ane who got whacked.
• Saturday nighttime was for wives, but Fri night at the Copa was ever for the girlfriends.
• See, you know when you think of prison house, yous get pictures in your mind of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars...But information technology wasn't like that for wiseguys. It really wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his fourth dimension in Atlanta...I mean, everybody else in the articulation was doing real time, all mixed together, living like pigs. But we lived alone. And we owned the joint.
• [after the Lufthansa heist] Information technology made him sick to accept to turn money over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyway, what did I care? I wasn't asking for anything and besides, Jimmy was making overnice money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of expressionless gangsters] But still, months later on the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open it to see a expressionless homo 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 ii days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
• You know, we always called each other goodfellas. Like you lot said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He's all correct. He'due south a practiced fella. He'due south one of us." You understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. Simply Jimmy and I could never be fabricated considering we had Irish gaelic blood. It didn't fifty-fifty matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a fellow member of a crew you've got to be one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the sometime land. Come across, it's the highest accolade they can requite you. It ways you vest to a family unit and crew. It means that nobody can fuck around with y'all. It likewise ways you could fuck effectually with anybody but as long as they aren't also a fellow member. It's similar a license to steal. It's a license to do anything. As far every bit Jimmy was concerned with Tommy existence fabricated, information technology was like we were all being fabricated. We would at present have ane of our own as a member.
• [virtually Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that we could practise about it. Batts was a made man and Tommy wasn't. And nosotros had to sit down still and take it. Information technology was amid the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face up so his female parent 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. Only cops talk that way. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't accept heard a thing. I would've been dead.
• If you're function of a crew, nobody ever tells yous that they're going to kill y'all. It doesn't happen that way. There weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies. Then your murderers come 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 yous're at your weakest and most in demand of their assist.
• It was easy for all of usa to disappear. My business firm and cars were either registered in the name of my wife or my mother in law. My driver'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 Ground forces were all that existed to prove to the government I was ever live.
• See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had it all, only 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 total of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call abroad. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the metropolis. I'd bet twenty, 30 1000 over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a calendar week or become to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't thing. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more than. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their easily out. Everything was for the taking. And now it'due south all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. At that place's no action. I have to await effectually similar everyone else. Can't even become decent food. Right later on I got hither, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the residuum of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

• One night, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. In that location was nothing like information technology. I didn't call back there was anything strange in whatever of this. You know, a twenty-1-year-erstwhile kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.
• I know at that place are women, like my best friends, who would accept gotten out of at that place 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-five guys, only the first time I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore as well much make-upwardly. I mean, they didn't look very good. They looked mussed-up. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and inexpensive. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked about how rotten their kids were and about chirapsia them with broom handles and leather belts. Simply that the kids still didn't pay whatever attending...After a while, it got to be all normal. None of information technology 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 manus-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blue-neckband guys. The only way they could make extra money, existent actress money, was to become out and cut a few corners...We were all so very shut. I mean, at that place were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time fabricated everything seem all the more than normal.
• We always did everything together and nosotros always were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We only went to each other'south houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were always the kickoff 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. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to get out and risk his neck just to get us the fiddling extras.
• Just still I couldn't injure 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]

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

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, but you did information technology right. Yous told 'em aught and they got nothing.

Henry: I thought you'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your outset pinch like a man, and you learned the two most important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and E'er keep your mouth close. [Gives Henry an affectionate 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 lot broke yer blood-red! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

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

Tommy: What do you mean I'thou funny?

Henry: Information technology'due south funny, you know. It's a expert story, it's funny, y'all're a funny guy!

Tommy: [dangerously] What exercise you mean? You mean the way I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes quiet]

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

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

Anthony: Tommy, no, yous 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 correct.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: Y'all hateful, permit me sympathise this, 'cause, ya know mayhap it's me, I'thou a petty fucked up maybe, merely I'm funny how? I hateful funny like I'k a clown? I amuse you? I make you express mirth, I'm here to fuckin' amuse you lot? What practise you mean 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 do I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so 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! Yous stuttering prick, you! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. Y'all may fold nether questioning!

---

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, information technology got to be 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 encephalon surgeons, they were blue-collar guys. The only way they could brand actress money, existent extra coin, 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 mean, there were never whatever outsiders effectually. Absolutely never. And being together all the time fabricated everything seem all the more normal.

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Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] Information technology was crude seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did not take care of themselves; they looked trounce 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 still wouldn't pay attention. [later on in her bedroom] I don't call back I tin practice information technology, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

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

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

Karen: How come?

Henry: To go away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no one goes to jail unless they want to. We trounce 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 become caught? Because they fall asleep in the getaway machine.

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

Baton: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell y'all to get dwelling and become your polish box. [To his friends] At present this kid, this kid was smashing. They, they used to telephone call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look similar fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the all-time. He fabricated a lot of money, likewise. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Perchance you didn't hear about it, you've been away a long time; they didn't go up there and tell yous. I don't polish shoes anymore.

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

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

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

Tommy: I'yard pitiful too. It'due south okay. No trouble.

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

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

Billy: [taunting] Yep, yeah, yep, come on, come up on! Come on! Permit him go!

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking caput. Next thing yous know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. But y'all tin withal dance. Give u.s. a couple of fucking steps, Spider. Yous fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. Y'all desire sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

Spider: Why don't yous go 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 yous. 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, y'all gonna allow this fucking punk get away with that? What's this globe coming to?

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

Henry: What is wrong with you?!

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

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

Jimmy: I'grand fucking kidding with you, y'all fucking shoot the guy?!

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

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

Anthony: How could yous 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 bastard, I tin't fucking believe you. Now, you lot're gonna dig the fucking matter at present. You're gonna dig the hole. I got no fucking lime, you lot're gonna do it.

Tommy: Fine! I'll dig the fucking pigsty, I don't give a fuck. What is information technology, the showtime pigsty I e'er dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

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

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

Paulie: She'south hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you lot got to take information technology easy. You got children. I'chiliad not saying go back to her this minute, merely you got to go back. You got to go along up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my firm every day commiserating, the two of them. I but can't have it. I can't do it, Henry. I tin't do it. Nobody says you can't practice what yous want. Nosotros all know that. This is what it is. We know what information technology is. You take to do what'due south right. Yous take to become dwelling to the family. You got to go dwelling, okay? Wait at me. You got to go dwelling. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know just what to say to her. I'll say you'll go back to her and it'll be like when you lot get-go got married. I'll romance her. It'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: Take a skillful time. Sit in the sun. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: Nosotros'll have a good time.

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

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

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

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

Karen signs ledger simply something catches her middle

Name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Company's centre

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

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

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

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

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

Karen: I'thou sad. Let her sneak this shit in for y'all.

Henry: Will yous stop it, Karen? Volition y'all cease it?

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

Henry: STOP Information technology!!!

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

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

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

Henry: Information technology's only you and me. That's what happens when y'all go away. I told you that we're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. As long as he's on parole, he doesn't want anybody doing anything.

Karen: I can't practice it.

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

Karen: I'thou afraid. I'thou afraid if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I only say, Don't worry about him. He is non helping u.s.a. out. Is he putting any food on the table? We've gotta assistance each other. Nosotros've only gotta-- Heed, We've gotta be actually conscientious while we do it.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has simply been released from prison

Henry'southward Children: Daddy! Are yous out for proficient? Are yous coming to my recital? Hither is a movie 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 accept a meeting with your parole officeholder tommorow.

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

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

Paulie: I exercise non want any more of that shit.

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

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

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

Paulie: Only don't do information technology. I am not talking about what you did in the can. You get a laissez passer for that. In at that place you lot had to practice what you lot had to do to support your family. I am talking almost here and now. I practice not want to end upwards like Gribbs. Gribbs got xx years just for maxim good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his dorsum! Gribbs is 70 years former; the poor man is going to die in prison house. And so I am alert anybody, it could be my son, information technology could be anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff around, 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 greenbacks kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

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

Paulie: You fucked up adept. Yous looked me in the middle and treated me like shit; like I was nobody.

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

Paulie: Accept this.

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

Henry: Thank y'all.

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

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

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{equally 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 y'all see why? Do non worry, I think you stand a proficient risk of beating this case.

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

Henry: Actually?

Jimmy: Yeah. Establish him hiding in Florida. How would you experience about going with Anthony, accept 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]

• Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "As far back equally I can recollect, I've always wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come up with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No big bargain'.
• In a world that'south powered by violence, on the streets where the violent accept ability, a new generation carries on an old tradition.

Bandage [edit]

• Robert De Niro - Jimmy Conway
• Ray Liotta - Henry Hill
• 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 - Billy Batts
• Frank Adonis - Anthony Stabile
• Catherine Scorsese - Mrs. DeVito, Tommy'due south 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 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 Film Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Goodfellas

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