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Goodfellas is a 1990 film about the rise and autumn of three gangsters, spanning three decades.

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

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Loma [edit]

• As far back as I can remember, I e'er wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than existence President of the United States. Even before I starting time wandered into the cabstand for an after-schoolhouse job, I knew I wanted to exist a function of them. It was in that location that I knew that I belonged. To me, information technology meant being 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 forepart of a hydrant and nobody e'er gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played cards all night, nobody ever chosen the cops.
• Paulie might've moved tiresome, simply it 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. But by then I didn't care. The way I saw it everybody takes a beating old.
• Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they made. And information technology was tribute, just like in the old country, except they were doing it hither in America. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And that'south what information technology's all nearly. That'due south what the FBI could never understand. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't go to the cops. That's information technology. That'due south all. They're like the constabulary section for wiseguys.
• One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the style abode. You know why? Information technology was outta respect.
• For us to live whatever other way was nuts. Uh, to u.s., 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 nosotros wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit and then bad, believe me, they never complained once more.
• Now the guy's got Paulie every bit a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He tin become to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can telephone call Paulie. Just now the guy'south gotta come up with Paulie's money every week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a burn down? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got hitting by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Likewise, Paulie could do anything. Particularly run up bills on the joint's credit. And why not? Nobody'south gonna pay for it anyhow. And as soon as the deliveries are made in the front door, you lot move the stuff out the back and sell it at a disbelieve. You take a two hundred dollar case of booze and you sell information technology for a hundred. It doesn't thing. It's all turn a profit. And then finally, when at that place'southward cypher left, when you can't borrow another buck from the bank or buy some other case of booze, you bust the joint out. Yous light a match.
• For almost 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. But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits just became a habit for some of the guys. Guys would go into arguments over nothing and before you knew it, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the fourth dimension. Shooting people was a normal thing. It was no large deal. We had a serious trouble with Billy Batts. This was really a touchy thing. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was office of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Earlier you could bear on a fabricated guy, you lot had to have a adept reason. You had to take a sitdown, and you meliorate get an okay, or you'd be the one who got whacked.
• Saturday night was for wives, only Friday night at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• Run across, you know when you think of prison, you get pictures in your mind of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys behind confined...But information technology wasn't similar that for wiseguys. It 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 time, all mixed together, living like pigs. But nosotros lived lone. And we owned the joint.
• [after the Lufthansa heist] It made him ill to have to turn money over to the guys who stole it. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyhow, what did I care? I wasn't asking for anything and also, Jimmy was making dainty money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of expressionless gangsters] But still, months afterward the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police environs a truck, open it to run across a expressionless homo hanging on a hook like a meat husk] When they establish Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen and then stiff information technology took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
• You know, we ever called each other goodfellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna similar this guy. He's all right. He's a good fella. He's one of us." Y'all understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be fabricated considering we had Irish blood. It didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew y'all've got to be i hundred per cent Italian and then they can trace all your relatives back to the onetime country. Meet, it's the highest honor they can requite you lot. It means you lot belong to a family and coiffure. It means that nobody can fuck effectually with you. It also means you lot could fuck around with anybody just every bit long as they aren't also a member. Information technology's like a license to steal. It's a license to do anything. As far equally Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, it was like nosotros were all being fabricated. Nosotros would now take one of our own as a member.
• [nearly Tommy'due south murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And at that place was goose egg that we could do about it. Batts was a made man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit down still and take it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They fifty-fifty 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 dead, merely when I heard all the noise I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that way. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't accept heard a affair. I would've been dead.
• If you're function of a coiffure, nobody ever tells y'all that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that manner. There weren't whatever arguments or curses like in the movies. So your murderers come up with smiles. They come every bit your friends, the people who have cared for you lot all of your life, and they always seem to come at a fourth dimension when y'all're at your weakest and most in need of their help.
• Information technology was like shooting fish in a barrel for all of us to disappear. My business firm and cars were either registered in the proper name of my wife or my mother in law. My commuter's license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My nascency certificate, arrest canvas, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to prove to the government I was ever alive.
• Run into, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I however love the life. And nosotros were treated like movie stars with musculus. We had information technology all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper numberless filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call abroad. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet 20, thirty grand over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean annihilation. When I was bankrupt I would go out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their easily out. Everything was for the taking. And now it'south all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is dissimilar. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Tin can't even get decent food. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'k an average nobody. I become to live the rest of my life similar a schnook.

Karen Colina [edit]

• One night, Bobby Vinton sent u.s. champagne. At that place was nothing like it. I didn't recall there was anything strange in any of this. You lot know, a twenty-one-year-one-time kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was actually squeamish. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.
• I know at that place are women, like my best friends, who would accept gotten out of there the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. Just I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. It turned me on.
• Well, nosotros weren't married to nine-to-five guys, only the first time I realized how unlike was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore too much make-upwards. I mean, they didn't look 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 about how rotten their kids were and about chirapsia them with broom handles and leather belts. Simply that the kids nonetheless didn't pay any attention...After a while, it got to be all normal. None of information technology seemed like crimes. Information technology 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 paw-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The but manner they could make extra money, real actress money, was to go out and cut a few corners...Nosotros were all and then very shut. I mean, there were never whatever outsiders around. Absolutely never. And existence together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.
• We e'er did everything together and we always were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We simply went to each other'south houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were born, Mickey and Jimmy were e'er the showtime at the infirmary. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to holiday, we always went together. No outsiders, ever. It got to be normal. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to leave and risk his cervix just to get u.s. the fiddling extras.
• Merely still I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to exit him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was all the same 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 nowadays [Puts coin in Henry's pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, merely you lot did it right. Yous told 'em nada and they got goose egg.

Henry: I thought you'd be mad.

Jimmy: I'm not mad, I'thou proud of ya. Y'all took your outset compression like a man, and you learned the two about important things in life. You lot 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 court. Outside, Paulie and many of the other gangsters are waiting for him.]

Paulie: Hey, you broke yer cherry! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

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

Tommy: What do yous hateful I'chiliad funny?

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

Tommy: [dangerously] What practise you hateful? You mean the fashion I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes repose]

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

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

Anthony: Tommy, no, you got it all wrong —

Tommy: Oh, oh, Anthony. He's a big male child, he knows what he said. [to Henry] What did ya say? Funny how?

Anthony: You're right.

Henry: Merely —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You mean, let me empathise this, 'cause, ya know mayhap information technology's me, I'm a little fucked upward possibly, simply I'chiliad funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I charm yous? I brand yous express joy, I'one thousand here to fuckin' amuse you? What exercise you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

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

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

[Long intermission]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Anybody laughs]

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

---

Karen: [narrating] Later awhile, information technology got to be all normal. None of it seemed like crime. 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 encephalon surgeons, they were bluish-collar guys. The but way they could make actress money, real actress money, was to leave 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 and then very close. I hateful, in that location were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the fourth dimension fabricated everything seem all the more 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 not take intendance of themselves; they looked beat 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 still wouldn't pay attention. [later in her bedchamber] I don't think I can do information technology, Henry.

Henry: Practice what?

Karen: This whole thing. Jeannie said her husband was sent to jail. God foreclose, what if that happened to y'all?

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

Karen: How come?

Henry: To go away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no 1 goes to jail unless they desire to. We beat the organization 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 become caught? Because they fall asleep in the getaway car.

---

Tommy: But don't go bustin' my assurance, Billy, okay?

Baton: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell yous to go domicile and go your shine box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this child was great. They, they used to telephone call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look similar fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my linguistic communication. He was terrific, he was the best. He fabricated a lot of money, besides. 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 up there and tell you. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Baton: Relax, volition ya? You flipped right out, what'due south got into yous? I'm breakin' your balls a niggling bit, that's all. I'm but kiddin' with ya.

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

Billy: Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with y'all. We're having a party and I only came dwelling house, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'1000 breakin' your assurance, and correct abroad yous're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm distressing, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy: I'm sorry besides. Information technology's okay. No problem.

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

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

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

Tommy: Henry, he bought his fucking button! That fake quondam tough guy! You bought your fucking button! Go on that motherfucker here, proceed him here! [leaves]

---

Tommy: Spider, that cast 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 trip the light fantastic toe. Give united states of america a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You desire sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

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

[Anybody, but Tommy, laughs]

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

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

Henry: What is wrong with you?!

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

Tommy: How practice I know yous're kidding? You breaking my fucking balls?!

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

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

Tommy: [later on a cursory silence] I'm a good shot, what practice you want from me?

Anthony: How could you miss at this altitude?

Tommy: You got a problem with what I did, Anthony? Fucking rat, anyhow. His family unit's all rats, he'd accept grown up to exist a rat.

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I can't fucking believe yous. Now, y'all're gonna dig the fucking thing now. You're gonna dig the hole. I got no fucking lime, y'all're gonna do it.

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

---

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

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She'south wild. And you lot got to take it easy. You lot got children. I'm not saying go back to her this minute, only you got to go back. You got to keep upwards appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my house every twenty-four hour period commiserating, the 2 of them. I just can't take it. I can't do it, Henry. I tin't do it. Nobody says you lot can't practice what you desire. Nosotros all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. You have to practise what's right. You take to go home to the family. You got to become habitation, okay? Await at me. Yous got to go dwelling. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know simply what to say to her. I'll say you'll get back to her and information technology'll exist like when yous beginning 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: Take a good time. Sit down in the lord's day. Accept a few days off.

Jimmy: Nosotros'll have a practiced fourth dimension.

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

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

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

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

Karen signs ledger but something catches her heart

Proper name of Inmate: Henry Hill

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor's heart

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 you? Permit her stay up all night, crying and writing letters to the parole board.

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

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

Henry: Await what you're doing! Finish it!

Karen: I'thou sorry. Allow her sneak this shit in for y'all.

Henry: Will you stop it, Karen? Volition you finish it?

Karen: Let her do information technology! Let her practice 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 you lot, and you know what he told me? He told me to take my kids downwardly to the police station and get 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 encounter anybody anymore.

Henry: It's only you lot and me. That's what happens when you go away. I told you that we're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. Equally long as he's on parole, he doesn't desire anybody doing anything.

Karen: I tin can't do it.

Henry: Yes, you tin can. Karen, Listen to me. All I demand is for you to bring me this stuff. I got a guy in hither from Pittsburgh who'll help me move information technology. Believe me, in a month we're gonna be fine. Nosotros won't need anybody.

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

Henry: Or I just say, Don't worry nearly him. He is not helping u.s. out. Is he putting any food on the table? We've gotta help each other. We've just gotta-- Mind, We've gotta exist really careful while we exercise it.

Karen: I don't want to hear a give-and-take about her anymore, Henry.

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has just been released from prison

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

Henry takes a wait at the depression-hire tenement his wife and kids are looking in and reacts with disgust

Henry: Karen, become packed. We are moving out. I am going to Pittsburgh tommorow.

Karen: What? You have a coming together 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's house where people take a big dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in private

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

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

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

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

Paulie: Just don't do it. I am not talking about what you lot did in the can. You go a pass for that. In there you lot had to exercise what you had to do to support your family unit. I am talking well-nigh here and now. I do not desire to terminate upward like Gribbs. Gribbs got 20 years merely for proverb skilful morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his back! Gribbs is 70 years one-time; the poor homo is going to die in prison. And then I am alert everyone, it could be 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, it was a existent score. In a month I had a down payment on my firm and things were rolling. I knew as long every bit the cash kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

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

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

Henry: I couldn't come to you; not later what you said to me. I was ashamed then; I am ashamed now. I swear on my kids, I am clean. But I got nowhere else to go. I could really use some assistance now.

Paulie: Take this.

[Paulie pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and easily information technology to Henry]

Henry: Cheers.

Paulie: And now I take to turn my back on you. In that location is no other way.

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

---

Henry enters a diner

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

Jimmy: All my life I said, do non talk on the phone. Now yous see why? Practice not worry, I recollect yous stand a proficient gamble of chirapsia this instance.

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

Henry: Really?

Jimmy: Aye. Establish him hiding in Florida. How would yous feel virtually going with Anthony, accept 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 hitting with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would have never returned from Florida alive.

Taglines [edit]

• 3 Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "As far back every bit I can recall, I've always wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Colina, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come up with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No big deal'.
• In a world that's powered past 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 Hill
• Joe Pesci - Tommy DeVito
• Lorraine Bracco - Karen Hill
• Paul Sorvino - Paul Cicero
• Chuck Low - Morris 'Morrie' Kessler
• Christopher Serrone - Young Henry Colina
• Frank Sivero - Frankie Carbone
• Tony Darrow - Sonny Bunz
• Frank Vincent - Billy Batts
• Frank Adonis - Anthony Stabile
• Catherine Scorsese - Mrs. DeVito, Tommy'southward 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 - 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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