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

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

Iii Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Colina [edit]

• As far back equally I can remember, I ever wanted to exist a gangster. To me, being a gangster was amend than existence President of the United States. Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an later-schoolhouse task, I knew I wanted to be a office of them. Information technology was in that location 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 hateful, 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 dark, nobody always called the cops.
• Paulie might've moved slow, only information technology was only considering Paulie didn't have to move for anybody.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. Only 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 slice of everything they made. And it was tribute, just like in the old land, 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'due south what it's all about. That'south what the FBI could never understand. That what Paulie and the organization does is offering protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's it. That'due south all. They're like the constabulary department for wiseguys.
• One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother'south groceries all the style home. You know why? It was outta respect.
• For united states of america to live any 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 24-hour interval and worried nigh their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no assurance. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hitting and then bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Whatsoever bug, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he tin can telephone call Paulie. But at present the guy's gotta come with Paulie's money every week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, yous had a fire? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got hit past lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." As well, Paulie could do annihilation. Especially run up bills on the articulation's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyway. And as soon as the deliveries are made in the front door, you motion the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You lot take a two hundred dollar case of alcohol and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. Information technology's all turn a profit. And so finally, when there'south nothing left, when you lot tin can't borrow another buck from the banking company or purchase another case of booze, you bust the joint out. Yous light a match.
• For most of the guys, killings got to exist accepted. Murder was the just mode that everybody stayed in line. You 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 hateful, hits only became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would go into arguments over nothing and before yous knew it, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the fourth dimension. Shooting people was a normal affair. It was no big bargain. We had a serious problem with Billy Batts. This was really a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was part of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Earlier you could touch a made guy, y'all had to have a good reason. You had to take a sitdown, and yous improve get an okay, or you'd be the one who got whacked.
• Sabbatum dark was for wives, but Friday night at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• See, you lot know when yous retrieve of prison, yous 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. Information technology 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 time, all mixed together, living like pigs. But nosotros lived solitary. And we owned the joint.
• [afterward 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 care? I wasn't asking for annihilation and besides, Jimmy was making nice money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] But still, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police environs a truck, open information technology to run across a dead man hanging on a hook like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen then strong information technology took them 2 days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
• You know, we always chosen each other goodfellas. Like yous said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He'southward all correct. He's a good fella. He'southward ane of u.s.." You understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made because we had Irish blood. Information technology didn't even thing that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a coiffure you've got to be one hundred per cent Italian so they can trace all your relatives back to the old country. See, it's the highest honor they can requite yous. Information technology means y'all belong to a family and crew. Information technology means that nobody can fuck around with you lot. It also means you could fuck effectually with everyone simply as long as they aren't also a fellow member. Information technology'south like a license to steal. It's a license to exercise annihilation. As far equally Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like we were all being made. We would now have one 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 do about it. Batts was a made man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit nonetheless and take it. Information technology was amongst the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face and then his mother couldn't requite him an open up coffin at the funeral.
• For a second, I thought I was expressionless, only when I heard all the dissonance I knew they were cops. But cops talk that way. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't take heard a thing. I would've been expressionless.
• If you're office of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to impale you. It doesn't happen that way. There weren't any arguments or curses similar 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 fourth dimension when you're at your weakest and nearly in need of their help.
• It was like shooting fish in a barrel for all of u.s.a. 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 nascency certificate, arrest sheet, and my service tape from the Army were all that existed to evidence to the government I was ever live.
• Encounter, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I all the same love the life. And we were treated similar picture stars with muscle. Nosotros had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode forth. I had paper numberless filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar basin total of coke adjacent to the bed. Anything I wanted was a telephone call away. Gratuitous cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet twenty, thirty yard over a weekend and so I'd either blow the winnings in a calendar week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't hateful anything. When I was broke I would get out and rob some more than. Nosotros ran everything. Nosotros paid off cops. We 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'south the hardest part. Today, everything is different. In that location's no action. I have to wait around like anybody else. Tin't even go decent nutrient. Right after I got hither, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'thou an average nobody. I become to live the residuum of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

• One nighttime, Bobby Vinton sent u.s.a. champagne. There was nothing like information technology. I didn't think in that location was anything foreign in any of this. Y'all know, a twenty-one-year-erstwhile child with such connections. He was an heady guy. He was really overnice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to exist nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.
• I know at that place are women, like my all-time friends, who would take gotten out of there the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, we weren't married to nine-to-five guys, merely the showtime time I realized how unlike was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore too much make-upward. I mean, they didn't look very good. They looked beat-upwards. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and cheap. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked about how rotten their kids were and about chirapsia them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids still didn't pay whatsoever attention...After a while, it got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crimes. It was more like Henry was enterprising and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while the other guys were sitting on their asses waiting for mitt-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The only fashion they could make extra money, real actress money, was to go out and cut a few corners...We were all and then very shut. I mean, in that location were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.
• Nosotros always did everything together and nosotros always were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. Nosotros 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 ever went together. No outsiders, ever. It got to be normal. Information technology got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to become out and risk his neck just to get us the little extras.
• But still I couldn't injure him. How could I injure him? I couldn't fifty-fifty bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was notwithstanding very attracted to him. Why should I give him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

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

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry: I idea you'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm non mad, I'yard proud of ya. You lot took your first compression similar a man, and yous learned the ii most important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your oral cavity shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate light 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 cherry! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

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

Tommy: What do you mean I'm funny?

Henry: It's funny, you know. It'southward a good story, it'south funny, you're a funny guy!

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

[Everyone becomes quiet]

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

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

Anthony: Tommy, no, you got information technology all incorrect —

Tommy: Oh, oh, Anthony. He'southward a large boy, he knows what he said. [to Henry] What did ya say? Funny how?

Anthony: You're right.

Henry: But —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You mean, let me understand this, 'crusade, ya know mayhap it's me, I'm a footling fucked upward maybe, but I'grand funny how? I hateful funny like I'm a clown? I charm you? I make y'all express mirth, I'm hither to fuckin' amuse you? What practice you hateful funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

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

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. You lot said information technology! How do I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is and so funny nigh me?! Tell me, tell me what's funny!

[Long pause]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

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

---

Karen: [narrating] Afterwards awhile, it got to exist all normal. None of information technology seemed like law-breaking. 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 coin, real 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 close. I mean, there were never whatsoever outsiders around. Absolutely never. And existence together all the time made everything seem all the more than normal.

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Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] It was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did non take care of themselves; they looked vanquish upward and their faces were caked with makeup. Almost of the time was spent talking virtually how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids still wouldn't pay attention. [afterward in her bedroom] I don't think I can practice it, Henry.

Henry: Practise what?

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

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

Karen: How come?

Henry: To become away from Jeannie! Karen, when information technology comes to the Mafia no one goes to jail unless they desire to. We beat the system and I got it all figured out. I am organized; I got my shit together. Yous know who goes to jail? Nigger stickup men. Know why they go caught? Because they autumn asleep in the getaway machine.

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

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna pause your balls, I'd tell you to get home and become your smooth box. [To his friends] At present this kid, this kid was not bad. They, they used to telephone 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 all-time. He made a lot of coin, also. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more than shines, Billy.

Billy: What?

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

Baton: Relax, will ya? Yous flipped right out, what's got into yous? I'm breakin' your balls a little bit, that's all. I'm but kiddin' with ya.

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

Billy: Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you lot. We'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 assurance, and right abroad you lot're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't hateful to offend you.

Tommy: I'thousand lamentable as well. It's okay. No problem.

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

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

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

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

---

Tommy: Spider, that cast on your foot is bigger than your fucking head. Side by side thing y'all know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. But y'all can nevertheless trip the light fantastic. Requite united states a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You lot desire sympathy, is that correct, sweetie?

Spider: Why don't y'all become 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 you lot. I got respect for this kid, he'due south got a lot of fucking balls. Good for you! Don't have no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to become fuck himself. Tommy, y'all gonna let this fucking punk get abroad with that? What's this world coming to?

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

Henry: What is wrong with you?!

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

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

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

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

Tommy: [after a brief silence] I'thou a good shot, what practise y'all desire from me?

Anthony: How could y'all 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 up to be a rat.

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I tin't fucking believe yous. Now, you're gonna dig the fucking matter now. You're gonna dig the pigsty. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna do it.

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

---

Paulie: [most Henry's adulterous] Karen came to the house. She's very upset. This is no good; y'all gotta straighten this out. We gotta have calm.

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to take it easy. Y'all got children. I'thou non proverb become back to her this minute, but you got to go dorsum. Y'all got to keep upwardly appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my house every twenty-four hours commiserating, the two of them. I just tin't accept information technology. I can't do it, Henry. I can't do information technology. Nobody says y'all tin can't exercise what you want. We all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. You accept to exercise what'south right. You have to go habitation to the family unit. You got to get 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 just what to say to her. I'll say you lot'll go back to her and it'll exist like when you showtime got married. I'll romance her. It'll be beautiful. I know how to talk to her, specially to her. In the concurrently, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead you get with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You lot come with me.

Paulie: Have a good time. Sit in the dominicus. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: We'll have a good time.

Paulie: After that, yous'll go back to Karen. There's no other way. No divorce. Nosotros're non animoli.

Jimmy: No divorce. She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him, only 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 eye

Name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Company: Janice Rossi

Visitor's middle

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the annals.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

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

Henry: What am I doing here? Where am I? I'thousand in jail. I tin'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: Await what you lot're doing! Cease information technology!

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

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

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

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 downwardly to the constabulary station and get on welfare.

Henry: Karen, It'due south going to be okay.

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

Henry: It's merely you and me. That's what happens when you become 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 desire anybody doing annihilation.

Karen: I can't exercise it.

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. We won't need anybody.

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

Henry: Or I just say, Don't worry nearly him. He is not helping us out. Is he putting any food on the table? We'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 give-and-take about her anymore, Henry.

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has but been released from prison

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

Henry takes a wait at the low-rent tenement his married woman 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 have a meeting with your parole officer tommorow.

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

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

Paulie: I do not desire any more of that shit.

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

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

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

Paulie: Just don't practise it. I am not talking nigh what you did in the tin can. You get a pass for that. In at that place you lot had to do what you had to do to back up your family. I am talking most here and now. I do not want to end up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years just for saying practiced morning time to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Gribbs is 70 years sometime; the poor man is going to die in prison house. Then I am warning everyone, it could exist my son, it could be anyone.

[Cutting to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff around, only when I did, information technology was a existent score. In a month I had a downwards 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 actually pitiful.

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

Henry: I couldn't come to yous; not after what you said to me. I was ashamed 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: Take this.

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

Henry: Give thanks yous.

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

Henry: [narrating] My reward for a lifetime of service to Paulie: $three,200. Information technology was non even enough to pay for my casket.

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{every bit narrator}: I got in that location 15 minutes early, Jimmy was already in that location waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, do not talk on the phone. Now you see why? Do non worry, I think y'all stand a good chance of beating this example.

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

Henry: Actually?

Jimmy: Yeah. Constitute him hiding in Florida. How would you experience about 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 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 as I can recall, I've always 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.

Cast [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 - Immature Henry Hill
• Frank Sivero - Frankie Carbone
• Tony Darrow - Sonny Bunz
• Frank Vincent - Billy 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 Colina
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel L. Jackson - Stacks Edwards
• Vincent Pastore - Human with Coat Rack
• Ray DeBenedictis - "Pete"
• Jerry Vale - Himself
• Henny Youngman - Himself

External links [edit]

• Goodfellas quotes at the Cyberspace Motion picture Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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