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Goodfellas is a 1990 pic well-nigh the ascension and fall of three gangsters, spanning three decades.

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

Iii Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Hill [edit]

• Every bit far back as I can remember, I e'er wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the U.s.. Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an later on-school chore, I knew I wanted to exist a part 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 whatever 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 night, nobody ever chosen the cops.
• Paulie might've moved ho-hum, but it was just because Paulie didn't have to motion for anybody.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand up, and every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. Only by then I didn't care. The mode I saw information technology 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 old country, 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's what it's all near. That's what the FBI could never sympathize. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's information technology. That'south all. They're like the law department for wiseguys.
• One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my female parent's groceries all the style home. You know why? It was outta respect.
• For u.s. to live any other way was basics. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried well-nigh their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no assurance. If we wanted something, we only took it. If anyone complained twice they got striking so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the pecker? He can get to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. But now the guy'southward gotta come up with Paulie's coin every calendar week, no matter what. Business concern bad? "Fuck y'all, pay me." Oh, you had a burn down? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got hit by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Also, Paulie could do anything. Especially run upwards bills on the joint's credit. And why non? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And as soon as the deliveries are made in the front door, yous move the stuff out the dorsum and sell it at a disbelieve. You have a ii hundred dollar case of booze and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all profit. And so finally, when at that place'southward nothing left, when yous tin't borrow another buck from the banking concern or purchase 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 but way that everybody stayed in line. Yous got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. Simply sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits merely became a addiction for some of the guys. Guys would get into arguments over goose egg and earlier y'all knew information technology, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal affair. It was no big deal. Nosotros had a serious trouble with Baton Batts. This was actually a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was function of the Gambino coiffure and was considered untouchable. Earlier you could bear upon a made guy, yous had to accept a proficient reason. You had to have a sitdown, and you lot meliorate get an okay, or yous'd exist the i who got whacked.
• Saturday dark was for wives, but Fri night at the Copa was e'er for the girlfriends.
• See, yous know when yous think of prison house, you lot get pictures in your mind of all those one-time movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars...Simply it wasn't like that for wiseguys. It actually wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his fourth dimension in Atlanta...I mean, everybody else in the joint was doing real time, all mixed together, living similar pigs. Only we lived alone. And we owned the joint.
• [later on the Lufthansa heist] Information technology made him sick to have to turn money over to the guys who stole information technology. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyway, what did I intendance? 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 nevertheless, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [constabulary environment a truck, open information technology to see a expressionless human 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 dissection.
• Yous know, we ever chosen 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 ane of us." Y'all understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be fabricated because we had Irish blood. It didn't even affair that my female parent was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew you've got to be ane hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the old country. Run across, it's the highest award they can give you. It ways you vest to a family and coiffure. Information technology means that nobody can fuck effectually with y'all. It also means you could fuck around with everyone just as long as they aren't also a fellow member. Information technology's similar a license to steal. It's a license to do anything. As far as Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, information technology was similar nosotros were all being made. We would at present have 1 of our ain equally a member.
• [about Tommy's murder] Information technology was revenge for Baton Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that we could do about it. Batts was a made human being and Tommy wasn't. And nosotros had to sit still and take it. It was amidst the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.
• For a second, I thought I was expressionless, only 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 affair. I would've been expressionless.
• If you're function of a coiffure, nobody ever tells you that they're going to impale you lot. It doesn't happen that way. In that location weren't whatever arguments or curses similar in the movies. So your murderers come up with smiles. They come as your friends, the people who have cared for you all of your life, and they always seem to come at a time when you're at your weakest and most in need of their help.
• It was easy for all of us to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the name of my married woman or my mother-in-law. My driver'due south license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My nascency certificate, abort sheet, and my service tape from the Ground forces were all that existed to prove to the government I was e'er alive.
• See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still beloved the life. And we were treated like picture stars with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a saccharide bowl full of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone telephone call away. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the metropolis. I'd bet twenty, thirty one thousand over a weekend and and so I'd either blow the winnings in a week or get to the sharks to pay dorsum the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke I would get out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. Nosotros paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it's all over. And that'south the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There's no activeness. I accept to wait effectually like everyone else. Tin't fifty-fifty get decent food. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'one thousand an average nobody. I become to live the residuum of my life similar a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

• One night, Bobby Vinton sent u.s.a. champagne. At that place was nothing similar it. I didn't recall there was annihilation strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-yr-erstwhile kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be prissy to him. And he knew how to handle it.
• I know there are women, like my best friends, who would take gotten out of there the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. Only 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 dissimilar was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad pare and wore too much make-up. I mean, they didn't look very skilful. They looked beat-up. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and inexpensive. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked nigh how rotten their kids were and about beating them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids however didn't pay whatever attention...After a while, it got to exist all normal. None of it seemed like crimes. It was more similar 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 blueish-collar guys. The just fashion they could brand extra money, existent extra money, was to become out and cut a few corners...We were all then very close. I mean, there were never whatever outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time fabricated everything seem all the more normal.
• We e'er did everything together and we ever were in the same oversupply. Anniversaries, christenings. We only went to each other's houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were always the first at the hospital. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we always went together. No outsiders, ever. It got to be normal. It got to where I was fifty-fifty proud that I had the kind of hubby who was willing to get out and risk his neck only to get us the footling extras.
• Simply still I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to go out him. The truth was that no matter 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'due south your graduation nowadays [Puts money in Henry's pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I idea yous'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your offset pinch like a man, and you learned the two nearly important things in life. Y'all listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and E'er proceed your mouth shut. [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, yous broke yer ruby-red! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

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

Tommy: What practice you hateful I'k funny?

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

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

[Everyone becomes quiet]

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

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

Anthony: Tommy, no, y'all 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: But —

Tommy: What?

Henry: Merely, ya know, yous're funny.

Tommy: Yous mean, let me understand this, 'cause, ya know mayhap it's me, I'1000 a footling fucked up maybe, but I'm funny how? I hateful funny like I'yard a clown? I amuse you? I make you lot laugh, I'chiliad here to fuckin' charm you? What do you hateful funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

Henry: Simply... you know, how y'all tell the story — what?

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. Y'all said it! How do I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny nigh me?! Tell me, tell me what'southward funny!

[Long pause]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

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

---

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crime. It was more than 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 blueish-collar guys. The merely mode they could brand extra money, real actress money, was to go out and cutting 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 hateful, at that place were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.

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Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] It was crude seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did not take care of themselves; they looked beat up and their faces were caked with makeup. Most of the fourth dimension was spent talking nigh how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids still wouldn't pay attention. [after in her bedroom] I don't think I can practise it, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

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

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 one 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? Considering they autumn comatose in the getaway auto.

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

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your assurance, I'd tell yous to become home and become your shine box. [To his friends] Now this child, this kid was great. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd brand your shoes await like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He fabricated a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

Tommy: I said no more than shines. Possibly you didn't hear most it, you've been away a long fourth dimension; they didn't go upwards at that place and tell y'all. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Baton: Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what'south got into you? I'm breakin' your assurance a little bit, that's all. I'chiliad just kiddin' with ya.

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

Baton: Tommy, I'thou simply kiddin' with you lot. We're having a party and I merely came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'k breakin' your balls, and right away you lot're getting fuckin' fresh. I'chiliad sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy: I'm sorry likewise. It'south okay. No problem.

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

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

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

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your fucking head. Next thing yous know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. Merely you can still dance. Give united states of america a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. Y'all desire sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

Spider: Why don't you 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 child, he's got a lot of fucking assurance. Healthy! Don't take no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to go fuck himself. Tommy, you lot gonna let this fucking punk get away with that? What's this world coming to?

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

Henry: What is wrong with you lot?!

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

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

Jimmy: I'k fucking kidding with y'all, yous fucking shoot the guy?!

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

Tommy: [afterwards a cursory silence] I'm a skilful shot, what do y'all desire from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this distance?

Tommy: Yous got a problem with what I did, Anthony? Fucking rat, anyway. His family unit's all rats, he'd have grown upwards to be a rat.

Jimmy: Stupid bounder, I can't fucking believe you. At present, you're gonna dig the fucking thing now. You're gonna dig the hole. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna practise it.

Tommy: Fine! I'll dig the fucking pigsty, I don't requite a fuck. What is it, the starting time hole I ever dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

---

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

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you lot got to take information technology like shooting fish in a barrel. You got children. I'yard not maxim become back to her this minute, simply you got to get back. You lot got to keep up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the 2 of them come to my house every day commiserating, the two of them. I only tin't have it. I can't practice it, Henry. I can't do it. Nobody says you tin't do what y'all want. We all know that. This is what information technology is. Nosotros know what it is. You have to exercise what'southward right. You take to get dwelling house to the family. You got to go home, okay? Expect at me. You got to get home. Smarten up.

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

Jimmy: You lot come with me.

Paulie: Have a expert time. Sit down in the sun. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: We'll take a adept fourth dimension.

Paulie: Subsequently that, you'll go dorsum to Karen. In that location's no other fashion. No divorce. We're non animoli.

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

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

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

Karen signs ledger just something catches her heart

Name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Proper name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor'due south center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are yous talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: You desire her to visit you? Let her stay upward all night, crying and writing letters to the parole board.

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

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

Henry: Wait what you're doing! Stop it!

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

Henry: Volition you stop it, Karen? Will yous end it?

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

Henry: Finish Information technology!!!

[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 you, and you know what he told me? He told me to take my kids downward to the law station and go on welfare.

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

Karen: I can't exercise it.

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

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

Henry: Or I just say, Don't worry nigh him. He is not helping u.s. out. Is he putting any food on the tabular array? We've gotta help each other. We've only gotta-- Heed, Nosotros've gotta be really careful while we practise it.

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

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has just been released from prison

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

Henry takes a await 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 accept a meeting with your parole officer tommorow.

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

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

Paulie: I do not desire whatever more than of that shit.

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

Paulie: I mean the drugs! I exercise non want any more of that junk.

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

Paulie: Simply don't practice it. I am non talking most what you did in the can. Yous become a pass for that. In there you had to do what you had to do to support your family. I am talking about here and now. I practise not want to end upward like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years but for saying good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his back! Gribbs is 70 years old; the poor human being is going to die in prison. So I am warning anybody, information technology could be my son, it could exist anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff around, but when I did, information technology was a existent score. In a calendar month I had a down payment on my house and things were rolling. I knew as long every bit the greenbacks kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

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

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

Henry: I couldn't come to you; non after what you said to me. I was aback and 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: Thanks.

Paulie: And now I accept to plough my back on you. In that location is no other manner.

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{every bit 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? Practice not worry, I think y'all stand up a good take chances of chirapsia this instance.

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

Henry: Really?

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

[Jimmy slips a message with data. 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 get to Florida and do a hit with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would accept never returned from Florida alive.

Taglines [edit]

• Iii Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "As far back equally I can remember, I've always wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No large deal'.
• In a world that's powered past violence, on the streets where the vehement have power, a new generation carries on an old tradition.

Bandage [edit]

• Robert De Niro - Jimmy Conway
• Ray Liotta - Henry Colina
• Joe Pesci - Tommy DeVito
• Lorraine Bracco - Karen Hill
• Paul Sorvino - Paul Cicero
• Chuck Low - Morris 'Morrie' Kessler
• Christopher Serrone - Young Henry Loma
• Frank Sivero - Frankie Carbone
• Tony Darrow - Sonny Bunz
• Frank Vincent - Baton Batts
• Frank Adonis - Anthony Stabile
• Catherine Scorsese - Mrs. DeVito, Tommy's Mother
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen's Mother
• Debi Mazar - Sandy
• Kevin Corrigan - Michael Hill
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel 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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