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Goodfellas is a 1990 film 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's volume, Wiseguy: Life in a Mafia Family unit.

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Hill [edit]

Equally far back as I can think, I ever wanted to exist a gangster. To me, being a gangster was meliorate than being President of the U.s.. Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an subsequently-school chore, I knew I wanted to exist a role of them. It was there that I knew that I belonged. To me, information technology meant existence somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I mean, they did any they wanted. They double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody ever gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played cards all nighttime, nobody ever called the cops.
Paulie might've moved slow, but it was only because Paulie didn't have to move for everyone.
He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd have to accept a chirapsia. But by then I didn't care. The way I saw it everybody takes a chirapsia quondam.
Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they made. And it was tribute, just like in the quondam state, except they were doing it here in America. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And that'southward what information technology's all most. That'due south what the FBI could never understand. That what Paulie and the organization does is offering protection for people who can't become to the cops. That'south information technology. That's all. They're like the law department for wiseguys.
Ane day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my female parent's groceries all the mode habitation. Y'all know why? It was outta respect.
For the states to live whatever other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-expert 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 nosotros wanted something, we but took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit and so bad, believe me, they never complained once more.
Now the guy'due south got Paulie every bit a partner. Whatever bug, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the pecker? He can go to Paulie. Problem with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. Only at present the guy'due south gotta come upwardly with Paulie's money every week, no thing what. Concern bad? "Fuck you lot, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "Fuck you, pay me." Identify got hit past lightning, huh? "Fuck y'all, pay me." As well, Paulie could do annihilation. Especially run up bills on the joint'south credit. And why non? Nobody'south gonna pay for it anyway. And as soon equally the deliveries are made in the forepart door, you lot move the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a discount. You take a two hundred dollar case of booze and you sell information technology for a hundred. It doesn't affair. Information technology's all profit. And and so finally, when at that place's nil left, when yous can't borrow some other buck from the bank or buy another case of alcohol, you bust the joint out. You light a match.
For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the simply way that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Only sometimes, even if people didn't go out of line, they got whacked. I hateful, hits just became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over nada and earlier you knew it, i of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal affair. It was no big deal. We had a serious trouble with Baton Batts. This was really a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a fabricated guy. Batts was part of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Before you could touch a fabricated guy, you had to have a good reason. Yous had to have a sitdown, and y'all better get an okay, or you'd be the 1 who got whacked.
Saturday nighttime was for wives, but Friday night at the Copa was ever for the girlfriends.
See, you know when you remember of prison, y'all get pictures in your mind of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars...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 real fourth dimension, all mixed together, living like pigs. Only we lived alone. And nosotros owned the articulation.
[after the Lufthansa heist] It made him sick to have to turn money over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyway, what did I intendance? I wasn't asking for anything and besides, Jimmy was making nice money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] But even so, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [constabulary environment a truck, open up it to see a expressionless man hanging on a hook like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
You know, we ever called each other goodfellas. Similar you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He'due south all right. He'southward a practiced fella. He's 1 of us." You understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be fabricated because we had Irish gaelic blood. It didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew yous've got to be one hundred per cent Italian so they tin trace all your relatives back to the old country. Run into, it'southward the highest honor they can give you. It means y'all belong to a family and coiffure. It means that nobody can fuck around with you. Information technology too means you could fuck around with anybody just as long equally they aren't also a fellow member. It's like a license to steal. Information technology's a license to do anything. Equally far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being fabricated, information technology was like we were all being made. We would now have one of our own as a fellow member.
[nigh Tommy's murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that nosotros could do about it. Batts was a made human and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit still and take it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They fifty-fifty shot Tommy in the face and then his mother couldn't give him an open bury at the funeral.
For a second, I idea I was dead, but when I heard all the dissonance I knew they were cops. But cops talk that mode. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been dead.
If yous're function of a crew, nobody always tells yous that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that manner. At that place weren't any 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 always seem to come up at a time when you're at your weakest and about in need of their assist.
It was easy for all of u.s. to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the proper 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 Regular army were all that existed to bear witness to the regime I was always alive.
Meet, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I even so love the life. And we were treated like motion-picture show stars with muscle. Nosotros had information technology all, only for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode forth. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke side by side to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone telephone call away. Costless cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet 20, thirty chiliad over a weekend and so I'd either accident the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay dorsum the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't hateful anything. When I was broke 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'due south all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is dissimilar. In that location'southward no activeness. I take to await effectually like everyone else. Can't even get decent food. Right after I got hither, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an boilerplate nobody. I get to live the balance of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

One night, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. At that place was goose egg like it. I didn't call up there was anything strange in any of this. Yous know, a xx-one-yr-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be dainty 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 swain gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't. I gotta acknowledge the truth. It turned me on.
Well, we weren't married to 9-to-five guys, but the offset time I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad peel and wore too much make-up. I mean, they didn't wait very expert. 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 nearly how rotten their kids were and almost beating them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids yet didn't pay any attention...After a while, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed similar crimes. It was more than like Henry was enterprising and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while the other guys were sitting on their asses waiting for hand-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blue-neckband guys. The just way they could make extra money, real extra coin, was to go out and cut a few corners...We were all then very close. I hateful, there were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.
We ever did everything together and we always were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We just went to each other'due south houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were always the get-go at the infirmary. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we always went together. No outsiders, e'er. Information technology got to be normal. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of married man who was willing to go out and adventure his cervix only to get us the picayune extras.
But still I couldn't injure him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was yet 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, here'south your graduation present [Puts money in Henry'south pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I thought you'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your kickoff pinch like a man, and you lot learned the 2 most important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and E'er proceed your mouth shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate low-cal 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 broke yer cerise! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

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

Tommy: What do y'all mean I'm funny?

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

Tommy: [dangerously] What exercise you mean? Y'all mean the way I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes quiet]

Henry: Information technology'due south just, you lot know, you're just funny. It'southward funny, the style yous tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I mean, what's funny nigh information technology?

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 right.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You mean, let me empathise this, 'cause, ya know maybe it'due south me, I'k a little fucked upwardly maybe, but I'thousand funny how? I hateful funny like I'm a clown? I amuse you? I make you express joy, I'm here to fuckin' amuse yous? What practice you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

Henry: Just... yous know, how you tell the story — what?

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

[Long suspension]

Henry: Go the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

Tommy: Ya motherfucker! I almost had him, I almost had him! You lot stuttering prick, you! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder 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 offense. Information technology was more like Henry was enterprising, and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while all the other guys were sitting on their asses, waiting for handouts. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons, they were bluish-collar guys. The just way they could make extra coin, real extra money, was to go out and cut a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Tommy: Where's the strongbox, you fuckin' varmint?!

Karen: [narrating] We were all so very close. I hateful, in that location were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] It was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did not accept care of themselves; they looked shell 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 sleeping accommodation] I don't think I can do it, Henry.

Henry: Practice what?

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

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

Karen: How come?

Henry: To get away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no ane goes to jail unless they want to. We trounce the arrangement and I got information technology all figured out. I am organized; I got my shit together. You know who goes to jail? Nigger stickup men. Know why they get caught? Considering they autumn asleep in the getaway car.

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

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to get home and get your smoothen box. [To his friends] At present this kid, this kid was great. 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, 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 you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, volition ya? You flipped right out, what'southward got into you? I'1000 breakin' your balls a niggling chip, that'south all. I'm but kiddin' with ya.

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

Billy: Tommy, I'chiliad simply kiddin' with you. Nosotros're having a party and I simply came home, and I oasis't seen you in a long time, and I'k breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'one thousand sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy: I'g sorry likewise. It's okay. No problem.

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

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

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

Tommy: Henry, he bought his fucking button! That fake old tough guy! Y'all bought your fucking button! Go on that motherfucker here, keep him hither! [leaves]

Tommy: Spider, that cast on your human foot is bigger than your fucking head. Side by side matter you know he'll have ane of these fucking walkers. But you tin withal trip the light fantastic toe. Requite us a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Anybody, but Tommy, laughs]

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

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

Henry: What is incorrect with yous?!

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

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

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

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

Tommy: [afterwards a cursory silence] I'g a practiced shot, what do you want from me?

Anthony: How could you lot miss at this distance?

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

Jimmy: Stupid bounder, I can't fucking believe you. Now, yous're gonna dig the fucking thing now. You lot're gonna dig the pigsty. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna exercise it.

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

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

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

Paulie: She'due south hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to have information technology easy. You lot got children. I'm not saying go back to her this minute, but y'all got to go dorsum. You got to keep up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come up to my firm every twenty-four hour period commiserating, the two of them. I but tin't have it. I can't practise information technology, Henry. I tin can't do information technology. Nobody says you can't do what you want. We all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. Yous have to do what's correct. Y'all take to go dwelling house to the family unit. You got to go home, okay? Look at me. You lot got to go home. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know merely what to say to her. I'll say you'll get back to her and it'll be like when you get-go 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 go with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You come with me.

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

Jimmy: We'll have a good time.

Paulie: After that, you'll get back to Karen. In that location'southward no other fashion. No divorce. We'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 just something catches her eye

Proper name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor's center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking almost?

Karen: I saw her name in the annals.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: You want her to visit you? Allow her stay upward all nighttime, crying and writing messages to the parole board.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Henry: Terminate IT!!!

[Kids react to anger; Karen starts to sob]

Karen: Nobody is helping me. I am all solitary. Belle and Morrie are broke. I asked your friend Remo for the coin that he owes yous, and you lot know what he told me? He told me to have my kids downwardly to the police force station and get on welfare.

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

Karen: Yeah? Fifty-fifty Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never see anybody anymore.

Henry: It'south only you lot and me. That'due south what happens when you get 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 anybody doing annihilation.

Karen: I can't practice it.

Henry: Yes, you can. Karen, Mind 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 move information technology. Believe me, in a calendar month nosotros're gonna be fine. We won't need anybody.

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

Henry: Or I simply say, Don't worry about him. He is not helping us out. Is he putting any food on the table? Nosotros've gotta help each other. We've just gotta-- Listen, We've gotta be really careful while we do it.

Karen: I don't desire to hear a discussion almost her anymore, Henry.

Henry: Never.

Henry has merely been released from prison house

Henry's Children: Daddy! Are you out for expert? Are yous coming to my recital? Hither is a 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 take a meeting with your parole officeholder tommorow.

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

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

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

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

Paulie: I hateful the drugs! I do non desire whatever more than of that junk.

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

Paulie: Just don't do it. I am not talking about what you did in the can. You get a laissez passer for that. In there you had to do what yous had to practice to support your family. I am talking about here and now. I practise not want to end up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years only for saying adept morning to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Gribbs is 70 years old; the poor man is going to die in prison. So I am warning anybody, it could exist my son, it could be anyone.

[Cutting to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] Information technology took me ii weeks of sneaking the stuff effectually, simply when I did, it was a real score. In a calendar month I had a down payment on my house and things were rolling. I knew as long every bit the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

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

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

Henry: I couldn't come to y'all; not afterwards 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 go. I could really use some aid now.

Paulie: Have this.

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

Henry: Thank you.

Paulie: And now I have to turn my dorsum on you. There is no other fashion.

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

Henry enters a diner

Henry{as narrator}: I got there 15 minutes early, Jimmy was already there waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, practise not talk on the phone. Now y'all run into why? Do not worry, I think you stand a adept hazard of beating this case.

Jimmy: In that location was a kid nosotros knew, turned out to be a rat.

Henry: Actually?

Jimmy: Yeah. Found him hiding in Florida. How would you feel near 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 get to Florida and do a striking with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would accept never returned from Florida alive.

Taglines [edit]

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
"As far back as I can remember, I've e'er wanted to exist a gangster."—Henry Colina, Brooklyn, Due north.Y. 1955.
Murderers come with smiles.
Shooting people was 'No large bargain'.
In a world that's powered by violence, on the streets where the violent have power, a new generation carries on an old tradition.

Cast [edit]

Robert De Niro - Jimmy Conway
Ray Liotta - Henry Loma
Joe Pesci - Tommy DeVito
Lorraine Bracco - Karen Colina
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'south Female parent
Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
Suzanne Shepherd - Karen'due south Mother
Debi Mazar - Sandy
Kevin Corrigan - Michael Hill
Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
Michael Imperioli - Spider
Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
Samuel L. Jackson - Stacks Edwards
Vincent Pastore - 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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