Call Me Again and Im Tempted to Bend All the Rules That I Made for Myself

March 16, 2022 Post a Comment

Goodfellas is a 1990 film nigh the rise and autumn of three gangsters, spanning 3 decades.

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

Iii Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Colina [edit]

As far back equally I tin can retrieve, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me, beingness a gangster was ameliorate than being President of the United States. Even before I starting time wandered into the cabstand for an after-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 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 ever gave them a ticket. In the summertime when they played cards all dark, nobody e'er called the cops.
Paulie might've moved dull, but it was only because 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 chirapsia. Just by then I didn't care. The mode I saw it everybody takes a chirapsia onetime.
Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a slice of everything they made. And information technology 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 nigh. That's what the FBI could never sympathize. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who tin't go to the cops. That's it. That's all. They're like the law department for wiseguys.
One day some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the manner home. You know why? It was outta respect.
For usa to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to u.s.a., those goody-adept people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried about their bills were dead. I hateful they were suckers. They had no assurance. If nosotros wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Any issues, he goes to Paulie. Problem with the pecker? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can phone call Paulie. Just now the guy's gotta come up up with Paulie's money every week, no matter what. Business bad? "Fuck y'all, pay me." Oh, you had a burn? "Fuck y'all, pay me." Place got striking by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Likewise, Paulie could exercise annihilation. Particularly run up bills on the joint's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for information technology anyway. And equally before long equally the deliveries are made in the front door, y'all move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You accept a ii hundred dollar case of booze and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all turn a profit. And so finally, when there's nada left, when you tin can't borrow another cadet from the bank or purchase some other case of booze, you bust the joint out. You lot light a match.
For near of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the just 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 get into arguments over nothing and before you knew it, 1 of them was expressionless. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal thing. 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. Before yous could touch a fabricated guy, yous had to have a good reason. You lot had to have a sitdown, and yous ameliorate get an okay, or y'all'd exist the ane who got whacked.
Saturday night was for wives, only Fri night at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
See, yous know when y'all think of prison, you get pictures in your heed of all those old movies with rows and rows of guys backside bars...Merely it wasn't like that for wiseguys. It really wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his time in Atlanta...I mean, everybody else in the joint was doing real time, all mixed together, living like pigs. But we lived lone. And we endemic the articulation.
[after the Lufthansa heist] It made him sick to have to turn money over to the guys who stole information technology. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyhow, what did I care? I wasn't asking for anything and also, Jimmy was making nice coin with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] But all the same, months after the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [constabulary surround a truck, open it to run into a dead man hanging on a claw like a meat husk] When they institute Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so potent it took them two days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
Yous know, we always called each other goodfellas. Like yous said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He'due south all right. He's a proficient fella. He'southward one of us." Yous sympathize? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made because we had Irish claret. It didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a crew 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 y'all. It means you belong to a family and crew. Information technology means that nobody can fuck around with yous. It too means you could fuck effectually with anybody just as 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 every bit Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being fabricated, it was like nosotros were all beingness made. Nosotros would now have ane of our own as a member.
[about Tommy'southward murder] It was revenge for Billy Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that we could exercise about it. Batts was a made man and Tommy wasn't. And we had to sit withal and accept it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face and so his mother couldn't give him an open up coffin at the funeral.
For a second, I thought I was expressionless, but when I heard all the noise I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that fashion. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't accept heard a thing. I would've been dead.
If you're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that way. At that place weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies. So your murderers come with smiles. They come up as your friends, the people who accept cared for you all of your life, and they ever seem to come at a time when you're at your weakest and most in demand of their assist.
It was easy for all of united states 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 show to the government I was ever alive.
See, the hardest matter for me was leaving the life. I nonetheless dear the life. And we were treated like film 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 carbohydrate bowl total of coke next to the bed. Annihilation I wanted was a phone call away. Free cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet twenty, thirty grand over a weekend and then 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 mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more. 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 at present it's all over. And that's the hardest office. Today, everything is different. At that place's no action. I have to look around similar anybody 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'm an average nobody. I become to live the rest of my life similar a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

One night, Bobby Vinton sent u.s.a. champagne. In that location was nothing like it. I didn't think there was anything strange in whatever of this. You know, a twenty-one-yr-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really prissy. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.
I know there are women, like my best friends, who would accept gotten out of at that place the minute their young man gave them a gun to hibernate. But 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 unlike was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad skin and wore likewise much make-upwards. I hateful, they didn't await very skillful. 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 about how rotten their kids were and nigh beating them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids nonetheless didn't pay whatever attention...After a while, information technology got to exist all normal. None of it seemed similar 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 hand-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blue-collar guys. The but mode they could brand extra money, real extra coin, was to go out and cutting a few corners...We were all so very close. I mean, there were never whatever outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more normal.
Nosotros always did everything together and we always were in the aforementioned crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We only went to each other's houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were built-in, Mickey and Jimmy were always the first at the infirmary. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we always went together. No outsiders, always. It got to exist normal. It got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of hubby who was willing to go out and chance his neck merely to go united states the footling extras.
But nonetheless 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 yet very attracted to him. Why should I requite him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

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

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, but yous did it right. You told 'em nothing and they got cipher.

Henry: I thought you'd exist mad.

Jimmy: I'grand not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your offset pinch like a man, and you learned the two most of import things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS go along your mouth shut. [Gives Henry an appreciating 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! You're actually funny. You're actually funny!

Tommy: What do you mean I'k funny?

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

Tommy: [dangerously] What practice yous mean? You hateful the way I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes quiet]

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

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

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

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

Anthony: You're right.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

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

Tommy: You mean, let me understand this, 'cause, ya know maybe it's me, I'm a little fucked upward perhaps, but I'1000 funny how? I mean funny like I'one thousand a clown? I charm you? I make you express joy, I'm here to fuckin' charm yous? What practise you lot mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

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

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

[Long pause]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Anybody laughs]

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

Karen: [narrating] After awhile, it got to be all normal. None of information technology seemed like criminal offence. Information technology was more similar 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-neckband guys. The but way they could make extra coin, real actress money, was to exit and cutting a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

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

Karen: [narrating] We were all and so very close. I mean, there were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And beingness together all the fourth dimension made everything seem all the more than normal.

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] It was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did not accept care of themselves; they looked beat upwardly 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 yet wouldn't pay attention. [subsequently in her chamber] I don't think I tin do it, Henry.

Henry: Do 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 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 desire to. We beat 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 motorcar.

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 domicile and get your shine box. [To his friends] Now this child, this kid was nifty. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look like fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Baton: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Perchance you didn't hear virtually it, you've been away a long time; they didn't become upward there and tell you. I don't smooth shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? Y'all flipped right out, what's got into yous? I'1000 breakin' your balls a fiddling bit, that'south all. I'm just kiddin' with ya.

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

Billy: Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with y'all. Nosotros're having a party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'1000 breakin' your balls, and right abroad you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy: I'grand lamentable besides. Information technology's okay. No trouble.

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

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

Billy: [taunting] Aye, yeah, yeah, come on, come up on! Come on! Let him go!

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

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

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

[Anybody, merely Tommy, laughs]

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

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

Henry: What is wrong with yous?!

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

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

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

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

Tommy: [later a brief silence] I'm a good shot, what practice you desire from me?

Anthony: How could you 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 exist a rat.

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I can't fucking believe you. Now, yous're gonna dig the fucking thing at present. Y'all're gonna dig the hole. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna practise it.

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

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

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

Paulie: She's hysterical. Very excited. She's wild. And you got to take it easy. You got children. I'chiliad not saying go back to her this infinitesimal, but you got to get back. You got to keep up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come to my house every day commiserating, the two of them. I just can't have it. I can't do information technology, Henry. I tin can't do it. Nobody says yous can't practise what you desire. We all know that. This is what it is. Nosotros know what it is. You have to do what's right. Y'all have to become home to the family unit. You lot got to go domicile, okay? Look at me. You got to go domicile. Smarten upwardly.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know simply what to say to her. I'll say you lot'll become back to her and information technology'll be like when yous offset got married. I'll romance her. It'll be 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 get with Jimmy.

Jimmy: You come up with me.

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

Jimmy: We'll have a good time.

Paulie: Subsequently that, y'all'll go back to Karen. At that place'due south no other way. No divorce. We're not animoli.

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

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

Guard: Mrs. Hill, this manner. Sign this book, delight.

Karen signs ledger but something catches her eye

Name of Inmate: Henry Colina

Proper noun of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor's center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the register.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: You lot want her to visit y'all? Permit her stay upwardly all nighttime, crying and writing messages to the parole board.

Henry: What am I doing hither? Where am I? I'1000 in jail. I tin can't cease people from coming to run into me.

Karen: Skilful. Let her sneak this stuff every week. [Karen dangles a bag of illegal drugs in front him] Allow 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 terminate it, Karen? Volition yous finish information technology?

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

Henry: STOP It!!!

[Kids react to anger; Karen starts to sob]

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

Henry: Karen, Information technology's going to be okay.

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

Henry: It'southward merely you and me. That's what happens when you go away. I told y'all that we're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. As long as he'due south on parole, he doesn't want anybody doing annihilation.

Karen: I can't exercise information technology.

Henry: Aye, you can. Karen, Listen 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 calendar month we're gonna exist fine. We won't need everyone.

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

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

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

Henry: Never.

Henry has just been released from prison house

Henry's Children: Daddy! Are yous out for good? Are y'all coming to my recital? Here is a pic I drew!

Henry takes a look at the low-hire tenement his married woman and kids are looking in and reacts with disgust

Henry: Karen, get packed. Nosotros are moving out. I am going to Pittsburgh tommorow.

Karen: What? Yous have a meeting with your parole officer tommorow.

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

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

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

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

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

Henry: Paulie, why would I desire to get mixed upward in that?

Paulie: Just don't do it. I am not talking virtually what you did in the can. Yous get a pass for that. In in that location you had to do what yous had to do to support your family. I am talking about here and now. I do not want to end upwards like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years just for maxim good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk backside his back! Gribbs is seventy years one-time; the poor man is going to die in prison. And then I am warning anybody, it could be my son, information technology could be anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

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

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

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

Henry: I couldn't come up to you; not subsequently what yous said to me. I was aback then; I am aback now. I swear on my kids, I am make clean. But I got nowhere else to go. I could really apply some assistance at present.

Paulie: Have this.

[Paulie pulls a wad of greenbacks out of his pocket and hands information technology to Henry]

Henry: Cheers.

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

Henry: [narrating] My reward for a lifetime of service to Paulie: $3,200. Information technology was non even enough to pay for my casket.

Henry enters a diner

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

Jimmy: All my life I said, practise non talk on the phone. Now you see why? Do not worry, I think you lot stand a good chance of beating this case.

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

Henry: Really?

Jimmy: Aye. 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.
"Every bit far dorsum as I tin remember, I've always wanted to exist a gangster."—Henry Loma, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
Murderers come with smiles.
Shooting people was 'No large deal'.
In a world that'southward powered by violence, on the streets where the tearing accept power, a new generation carries on an quondam 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 - Immature Henry Hill
Frank Sivero - Frankie Carbone
Tony Darrow - Sonny Bunz
Frank Vincent - Baton Batts
Frank Adonis - Anthony Stabile
Catherine Scorsese - Mrs. DeVito, Tommy's 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 50. 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 Cyberspace Picture show Database
Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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