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

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

3 Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Loma [edit]

• Every bit far dorsum equally I can think, I always wanted to exist a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the U.s.a.. Even earlier I start wandered into the cabstand for an after-school task, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there 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 whatsoever 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 dark, nobody e'er called the cops.
• Paulie might've moved dull, merely it was only because Paulie didn't have to movement for everyone.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand up, and every one time in a while I'd take to accept 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 made. And it was tribute, just 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's what it's all virtually. That'due south what the FBI could never empathise. That what Paulie and the arrangement does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That'due south it. That's all. They're like the police force department for wiseguys.
• One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the manner domicile. You know why? It was outta respect.
• For u.s.a. to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to united states, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to piece of work every day and worried near their bills were dead. I hateful they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we only took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit then bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• Now the guy'south got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the beak? He tin can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can telephone call Paulie. Only now the guy's gotta come up with Paulie'due south money every week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Besides, Paulie could do anything. Specially run upwards bills on the joint's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for information technology anyway. And equally shortly as the deliveries are made in the front door, you move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You take a ii hundred dollar case of booze and yous sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. Information technology'south all profit. And and so finally, when there'due south nil left, when you can't borrow another buck from the bank or buy some other case of booze, you bosom the articulation out. You light a lucifer.
• For most of the guys, killings got to be accustomed. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line. Yous got out of line, you lot got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Only sometimes, even if people didn't become out of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits merely became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over nothing and earlier y'all knew it, one of them was expressionless. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal matter. It was no big 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 on a made guy, you had to have a good reason. Yous had to take a sitdown, and you better get an okay, or you'd be the one who got whacked.
• Saturday night was for wives, but Friday night at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• See, yous know when you lot retrieve of prison, yous get pictures in your listen of all those former movies with rows and rows of guys backside bars...But information technology wasn't similar that for wiseguys. Information technology really wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his time in Atlanta...I hateful, everybody else in the joint was doing real fourth dimension, all mixed together, living like pigs. Only nosotros lived alone. And we owned the articulation.
• [afterwards the Lufthansa heist] It made him sick to have to plow 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 prissy coin with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] But withal, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police force surroundings a truck, open information technology to meet a dead man hanging on a hook similar a meat husk] When they establish Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so strong it took them two days to thaw him out for the dissection.
• You know, we e'er called each other goodfellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "Yous're gonna like this guy. He's all right. He'southward a good fella. He's one of us." You sympathise? Nosotros were goodfellas. Wiseguys. Just Jimmy and I could never be fabricated considering we had Irish claret. Information technology didn't even thing that my female parent was Sicilian. To get a member of a crew you lot've got to be one hundred per cent Italian then they can trace all your relatives back to the old country. Encounter, it's the highest honor they can give you. It means you lot belong to a family and crew. Information technology means that nobody tin fuck around with you. It also means y'all could fuck around with everyone but as long as they aren't also a fellow member. It'southward similar a license to steal. It's a license to do annihilation. As far equally Jimmy was concerned with Tommy existence made, information technology was like we were all beingness made. We would now have 1 of our own equally a member.
• [about Tommy'southward murder] Information technology was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that nosotros could do about it. Batts was a fabricated human and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit nonetheless and take information technology. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They fifty-fifty shot Tommy in the face so his female parent couldn't requite him an open coffin at the funeral.
• For a second, I thought I was dead, simply when I heard all the racket 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 role of a crew, nobody always tells you that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that way. There weren't whatsoever 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 at a time when yous're at your weakest and most in need of their help.
• It was easy for all of us to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the proper noun 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 sail, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to prove to the government I was ever alive.
• See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still honey the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had it all, simply for the request. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a saccharide basin full of coke side by side to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call away. Gratis cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the urban center. I'd bet 20, 30 grand over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a calendar week or get to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more than. Nosotros 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 information technology's all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There's no activity. I accept to wait around like anybody else. Can't fifty-fifty go decent food. Correct after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'g an average nobody. I get to live the residuum of my life similar a schnook.

Karen Loma [edit]

• One nighttime, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. In that location was cipher like information technology. I didn't remember there was anything strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-1-year-one-time child with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was actually overnice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.
• I know there are women, similar 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 acknowledge the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, nosotros weren't married to ix-to-v guys, but the kickoff time I realized how unlike was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad pare and wore also much make-upward. I hateful, they didn't await 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 virtually how rotten their kids were and about beating them with broom handles and leather belts. Simply that the kids still didn't pay any attention...After a while, information technology got to exist all normal. None of it seemed like crimes. It was more than like Henry was enterprising and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while the other guys were sitting on their asses waiting for hand-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were bluish-neckband guys. The only way they could make extra coin, real extra money, was to get out and cut a few corners...We were all then very shut. I mean, at that place were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And beingness together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more normal.
• We always did everything together and we always were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We merely went to each other's houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were always the get-go at the hospital. And when nosotros went to the Islands or Vegas to holiday, nosotros always went together. No outsiders, ever. It got to be normal. It got to where I was fifty-fifty proud that I had the kind of married man who was willing to become out and risk his neck just to get us the little extras.
• But still I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to leave 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 court] Congratulations, here's your graduation present [Puts money in Henry's pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I thought you'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'm proud of ya. Y'all took your offset pinch like a human being, and y'all learned the two most important things in life. You lot listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and Always go along your mouth shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate calorie-free 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 bankrupt yer cherry! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

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

Tommy: What do you mean I'1000 funny?

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

Tommy: [dangerously] What do yous mean? Yous mean the way I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes serenity]

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

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

Anthony: Tommy, no, you got it 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 lot're right.

Henry: Simply —

Tommy: What?

Henry: Only, ya know, y'all're funny.

Tommy: You lot mean, permit me understand this, 'cause, ya know perchance it's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but I'one thousand funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I amuse you lot? I brand you express joy, I'm hither to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

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

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. You said it! How do I know? You said I'grand funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is and so funny near me?! Tell me, tell me what's funny!

[Long suspension]

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 lot sometimes, Henry. Y'all may fold nether questioning!

---

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crime. It 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 blue-collar guys. The only way they could make extra money, real extra money, was to exit and cut a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

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

Karen: [narrating] Nosotros were all so very shut. I mean, in that location were never any outsiders effectually. Absolutely never. And being together all the fourth dimension fabricated everything seem all the more normal.

---

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] Information technology was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did non accept care of themselves; they looked trounce up and their faces were caked with makeup. Nearly 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 even so wouldn't pay attention. [later in her sleeping room] I don't call up I tin exercise it, Henry.

Henry: Exercise what?

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

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

Karen: How come?

Henry: To become away from Jeannie! Karen, when information technology comes to the Mafia no ane goes to jail unless they want to. We shell 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 auto.

---

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 go home and get your smooth box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this child was great. They, they used to 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 best. 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 about it, you've been away a long time; they didn't go upwards there and tell yous. I don't polish shoes anymore.

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

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

Baton: Tommy, I'k only kiddin' with you lot. Nosotros're having a political party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'm breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sad, I didn't mean to offend y'all.

Tommy: I'm sorry likewise. Information technology'due south okay. No problem.

Baton: Okay, salud. [moment of silence every bit he takes a drink] Now go home and get ya fuckin' shinebox!

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

Baton: [taunting] Yeah, aye, yeah, come on, come on! Come up on! Let him get!

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your pes is bigger than your fucking head. Side by side thing you know he'll accept one of these fucking walkers. But you can still dance. Requite us a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. Y'all want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Everyone, but Tommy, laughs]

Jimmy: I didn't hear correct. I can't believe what I heard. [giving Spider cash] This is for y'all. I got respect for this kid, he'southward got a lot of fucking balls. Good for you! Don't take 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 go away with that? What'southward this world coming to?

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

Henry: What is wrong with y'all?!

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

Tommy: How do I know yous're kidding? You breaking my fucking assurance?!

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

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

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

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

Tommy: Y'all got a trouble 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 can't fucking believe you. Now, you're gonna dig the fucking thing at present. 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 ever dug? I'll fucking dig the pigsty. Where are the shovels?

---

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

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to take it piece of cake. You got children. I'm non saying go back to her this minute, but you got to go back. Y'all got to keep up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my business firm every day commiserating, the two of them. I just can't take it. I tin't practice it, Henry. I can't do it. Nobody says y'all can't do what yous desire. Nosotros all know that. This is what information technology is. We know what information technology is. You take to do what's right. Yous have to become abode to the family. You lot got to go home, okay? Look at me. Yous got to go dwelling house. Smarten up.

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

Jimmy: Yous come with me.

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

Jimmy: We'll take a good time.

Paulie: Afterwards that, y'all'll go back to Karen. In that location's no other way. No divorce. We're not animoli.

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

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

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

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Proper name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor's middle

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: You want her to visit y'all? Permit 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 finish people from coming to come across me.

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

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

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

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

Karen: Allow her practice it! Allow 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 money that he owes y'all, and you know what he told me? He told me to take my kids down to the police station and go on welfare.

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

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

Henry: It's only y'all and me. That'south what happens when you get away. I told you that nosotros're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. Every bit long every bit he's on parole, he doesn't want anybody doing anything.

Karen: I can't practice information technology.

Henry: Yep, you can. Karen, Listen 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 it. Believe me, in a calendar month we're gonna be fine. Nosotros won't demand everyone.

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

Henry: Or I only say, Don't worry well-nigh him. He is not helping us out. Is he putting any food on the table? We've gotta help each other. We've only gotta-- Mind, We've gotta be really conscientious while we do information technology.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has simply been released from prison house

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

Henry takes a look at the low-hire 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 officer tommorow.

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

Children cheer. Cut to Paulie'south house where people take a big dinner. Subsequently Paulie speaks to Henry in private

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

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

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

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

Paulie: Just don't do information technology. I am not talking almost what y'all did in the tin can. You become a pass for that. In there you lot had to do what you had to do to back up your family. I am talking about here and now. I do not desire to end upwardly like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years just for proverb skillful morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his back! Gribbs is 70 years old; the poor human is going to die in prison house. Then I am warning everyone, it could be my son, it could be anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me ii weeks of sneaking the stuff around, but when I did, it was a real score. In a month I had a down payment on my firm and things were rolling. I knew as long as the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never observe out.

---

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

Paulie: Y'all fucked up skillful. You looked me in the eye and treated me similar shit; similar I was nobody.

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

Paulie: Take this.

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

Henry: Thank you.

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

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

Jimmy: All my life I said, practice not talk on the telephone. Now you see why? Do non worry, I recall you stand up a good chance of beating this case.

Jimmy: At that place was a kid nosotros knew, turned out to be a rat.

Henry: Actually?

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

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

Henry: [narrating] Jimmy never asked me to whack a guy earlier. At present in the midst of all this he is asking me to go to Florida and do a hitting 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 every bit I can remember, I've e'er wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No big deal'.
• In a world that's powered by violence, on the streets where the violent have power, 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 Loma
• 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'southward Mother
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen's Mother
• Debi Mazar - Sandy
• Kevin Corrigan - Michael Loma
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel L. Jackson - Stacks Edwards
• Vincent Pastore - Man with Coat Rack
• Ray DeBenedictis - "Pete"
• Jerry Vale - Himself
• Henny Youngman - Himself

External links [edit]

• Goodfellas quotes at the Internet Movie Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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