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Goodfellas (1990)

Henry Hill: [narrating] One day the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother's groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Thirty-two hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn't even enough to pay for the coffin.

Tommy: What the fuck are you doing? You're hanging around my fuckin' neck like a vulture, like impending death!

Tommy: You know Spider, you're a fuckin' mumbling stuttering little prick. You know that?

Henry Hill: As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

[With the suitcase open on the desk, Henry counts out stacks of cash] Henry Hill: Thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty, sixty thousand. Jimmy Conway: It's gonna be a good summer.

Tommy DeVito: In this day and age, what the fuck is this world coming to? I can't believe this, prejudice against -- a Jew broad -- prejudice against Italians!

Tommy: But, I'm funny how? Funny like a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh? I'm here to fuckin' amuse you?

Tommy DeVito: Sure, mom, I settle down with a nice girl every night, then I'm free the next morning.

Tommy: How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me?

Henry Hill: [narrating] And when the cops, they assigend a whole army to stop Jimmy, what'd he do? He made 'em partners!

Henry Hill: Jimmy was the kind of guy that rooted for bad guys in the movies.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Whenever we needed money, we'd rob the airport. To us, it was better than Citibank.

Henry Hill: [narrating] And then there was Jimmy Two Times, who got that nickname because he said everything twice, like: Jimmy Two Times: I'm gonna go get the papers, get the papers.

Maury: What am I? A schmuck on wheels?

Henry Hill: All they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. That's what it's all about. That's what the FBI can never understand - that what Paulie and the organization offer is protection for the kinds of guys who can't go to the cops. They're like the police department for wiseguys.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Paulie might have moved slow, but it was only because Paulie didn't have to move for anybody.

[Henry, Jimmy and Tommy are digging with shovels to find Batts' corpse. Henry is sickened by the stench, but the others don't appear to be bothered] Tommy DeVito: Hey Henry, Henry, hurry up will you? My mother's gonna make some fried peppers and sausage for us. Oh hey, Henry, Henry. Here's an arm. Henry Hill: Very funny, guys. Tommy DeVito: Hey, here's a leg. Here's a wing. [He laughs] Hey, what do you like, the leg or the wing, Henry? Or do you still go for the old hearts and lungs? [Henry vomits]

Spider: [hesitating] Why don't you go fuck yourself, Tommy? [stunned silence] Jimmy: WHOA! I don't believe what I'm hearing! Check out the BALLS on this kid! Hey Spider, this is for you! [tosses money on the table] That's the way! You don't take no shit from nobody!

[Buzzing over and over on her husband's girlfriend's intercom.] Karen: This is Karen Hill, I want to talk to you. Hello? Don't hang up on me! I want to talk to you! You keep away from my husband, you understand me? Hello? ANSWER ME! I'm going to tell everybody that walks in this building that in 2R, Rossi, you're nothing but a whore! [gets on phone] Is this the superintendent? ...Yes, sir, I would like you to know that you have a whore living in 2R! Rossi, Janice Rossi! ...He's MY husband! Get your own goddamn man!

Billy Batts: Go home and get your fucking shine box.

Tommy DeVito: What, do you got me on the pay-no-mind list?

Tommy DeVito: He said, "No, you're gonna tell me something today, tough guy." I said, "All right, I'll tell you something: go fuck your mother!"

Henry Hill: [narrating] You know, we always called each other goodfellas. Like, you'd say to somebody: "You're gonna like this guy; he's all right. He's a goodfella. He's one of us." You understand? We were goodfellas, wiseguys.

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