Goodfellas

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

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

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

Tommy DeVito:
How am I funny, like a clown? What is so funny about me? What the F*** is so funny about me? Tell me. Tell me what's funny.

Henry Hill:
Get the f*** outta here, Tommy.

Tommy DeVito:
Ha ha. I almost had you.

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

Morrie:
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.

Tommy DeVito:
What the f*** are you doing? You're hanging around my f***in' neck like a vulture, like impending death.

Tommy DeVito:
You know Spider, you're a f***in' mumbling stuttering little prick. You know that?

Henry Hill:
Thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty, sixty thousand.

Jimmy Conway:
It's gonna be a good summer.

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.

Tommy DeVito:
Hey, what do you like, the leg or the wing, Henry? Or do you still go for the old hearts and lungs?

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.

Karen:
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 f***ing shine box.

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

Billy Batts:
Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your balls, I'd tell you to go home and get your shine box.

Billy Batts:
Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy.

Frankie Carbone:
Morrie, stop breaking my balls, all right?

Morrie:
Don't buy wigs that come off at the wrong time.

Tommy DeVito:
What, do you got me on a f***in' pay-no-mind list kid?

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

Jimmy Conway:
What is the matter with you, huh? What is the f***ing matter with you? What are you, a f***ing sick maniac or something? Tommy, i'm kidding with you.

Tommy DeVito:
Kidding? How am I meant to kno you're kidding? You're breaking my f***ing balls.

Jimmy Conway:
I'm f***ing kidding with you, you f***ing shoot the guy?

Henry Hill:
He's dead.

Jimmy Conway:
You dumb bastard, I can't f***ing believe you. You're gonna dig the hole.

Tommy DeVito:
Fine, I'll dig the f***ing hole. I don't give a f***.

Jimmy Conway:
I'm f***ing kidding with you; you f***ing shoot the guy?

Henry Hill:
He's dead.

Tommy DeVito:
I'm a good shot, what do you want from me? I'm a good shot.

Anthony Stabile:
How could you miss at this distance?

Tommy DeVito:
Kidding? How am I meant to know you're kidding? You're breaking my f***ing balls.

Paul Cicero:
You know anything about this f***ing restaurant business?

Sonny Bunz:
He knows everything about it. I mean he's in the joint 24 hours a day. I mean another f***ing few minutes he could be a stool that's how often he's in there.

Henry Hill:
For us to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day, and worried about their bills, were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again

Tommy DeVito:
What do you want to tell me now, tough guy? I said, "Hey, what are you doing here, I thought I told you to go f*** your mother."

Tommy DeVito:
I thought he was gonna sh*t.

Tommy DeVito:
Oklahoma kid. That's me. I'm the Oklahoma kid. You fickin' varmint. Dance. Dance. YAHOO, YOU MOTHERF***ER.

Henry Hill:
What happened?

Jimmy Conway:
They whacked him. They f***ing whacked him. I can't f***ing believe it.

Jimmy Conway:
I'm not mad, I'm proud of you. You took your first pinch like a man and you learn two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.

Henry Hill:
I swear to my f***ing mother, if you touch her again, YOU'RE DEAD.

Tommy DeVito:
Oh I like this one... One dog goes one way, the other dog goes the other way, and this guy's sayin', "Whadda ya want from me?'

Stacks Edwards:
What time is it?

Tommy DeVito:
It's eleven thirty, we're supposed to be there by nine.

Stacks Edwards:
Be ready in a minute.

Tommy DeVito:
Yeah, you were always f***in' late, you'd be late for your own f***in' funeral.

Tommy DeVito:
Thought he'd never shut the f*** up!

Tommy DeVito:
Ya Dizzy Motherf***a You!

Henry Hill:
I only bought the damn guns because he wanted them and now he didn't want them.

Jimmy Conway:
What the f*** are these? None of them fit. What's the matter with you? What, do you want me to pay for this sh*t? I'm not paying for it!

Henry Hill:
I didn't say a thing. He was so pissed off, he didn't even say goodbye.

Jimmy Conway:
Stop with those f***ing drugs. They're making your mind into mush. You hear me? Take'em back!

Henry Hill:
For a second I thought I was dead. But, when I heard all the noise, I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that way. If they'd been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I would've been dead.

Henry Hill:
If you're part of a crew, nobody ever tells you that they're going to kill you, doesn't happen that way. There weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies. See, your murders come with smiles, they come as your friends, the people who've cared for you all of your life. And they always seem to come at a time that you're at your weakest and most in need of their help.

Sonny Bunz:
But I'm worried, I mean, I'm hearin' all kinds a f***in' bad things. I mean he's treating me like I'm a f***in' half-a-fag or somethin'. I'm gonna wind up a lammist, I gotta go on the f***in' lam in order to get away from this guy? This ain't right, Paulie.

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

Henry:
For what? I got pinched.

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

Henry:
I thought you'd be mad.

Jimmy:
I'm not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your first pinch like a man, and you learned the two most important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS keep your mouth 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 broke yer cherry! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

Henry:
You're a pistol! You're really funny. You're really funny!

Tommy:
What do you mean I'm funny?

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

Tommy:
(dangerously) What do you mean? You mean the way I talk? What?

(Everyone becomes quiet)

Henry:
It's just, you know, you're just 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 it all wrong —

Tommy:
Whoa, whoa, Anthony. He's a big 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 f***ed up maybe, but I'm funny how? I mean funny like I'm a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to f***in' amuse you? What do you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

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

Tommy:
No, no, I don't know. You said it! How do I know? You said I'm funny. How the f*** am I funny? What the f*** is so funny about me?! Tell me, tell me what's funny!

(Long pause)

Henry:
Get the f*** out of here, Tommy!

(Everyone laughs)

Tommy:
Ya motherf***er! I almost had him, I almost had him! You stuttering prick, you! 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 it seemed like crime. 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 money, real extra money, was to go out and cut a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Tommy:
Where's the strongbox, you f***in' varmint?!

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

Karen:
[narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] It was rough 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 time was spent talking about how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids still wouldn't pay attention. [later in her bedroom] I don't think I can 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 want to. We beat the system and I got it all figured out. I am organized; I got my sh*t together. You know who goes to jail? N*gger stickup men. Know why they get caught? Because they fall asleep in the getaway car.

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 home and get your shine box. (To his friends) Now this kid, this kid was great. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! Now he'd make your shoes look like f***in' 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.

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.

Billy:
Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what's got into you? I'm breakin' your balls a little bit, that's all. I'm only kiddin' with ya.

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

Billy:
Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. We're having a party and I just came home, and I haven't seen you in a long time, and I'm breakin' your balls, and right away you're getting f***in' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy:
I'm sorry too. It's okay. No problem.

Billy:
Okay, salud. (moment of silence as he takes a drink) Now go home and get your f***ing shinebox.

Tommy:
(smashes his glass in anger) Motherfucking mutt! You...you f***ing piece of sh*t...! (Henry and Jimmy restrain him)

Billy:
(taunting) Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come on! Come on! Let him go!

Tommy:
Henry, he bought his f***ing button! That fake old tough guy! You bought your f***ing button! Keep that motherf***er here, keep him here! (leaves)

Tommy:
Spider, that bandage on your foot is bigger than your f***ing head. Next thing you know he'll have one of these f***ing walkers. But you can still dance. Give us a couple of f***ing steps, Spider. You f***ing bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. You want sympathy, is that right, sweetie?

Spider:
Why don't you go f*** 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. I got respect for this kid, he's got a lot of f***ing balls. Good for you! Don't take no sh*t off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to go f*** himself. Tommy, you gonna let this f***ing punk get away with that? What's this world coming to?

Tommy:
[standing and shooting Spider] That's what the f***ing world's coming to, how do ya like that? How's that?

Henry:
What is wrong with you?!

Jimmy:
What is the f***ing 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're kidding? You breaking my f***ing balls?!

Jimmy:
I'm f***ing kidding with you, you f***ing shoot the guy?!

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

Tommy:
[after a brief silence] I'm a good shot, what do you want from me?

Anthony:
How could you miss at this distance?

Tommy:
You got a problem with what I did, Anthony? F***ing rat, anyway. His family's all rats, he'd have grown up to be a rat.

Jimmy:
Stupid bastard, I can't f***ing believe you. Now, you're gonna dig the f***ing thing now. You're gonna dig the hole. I got no f***ing lime, you're gonna do it.

Tommy:
Fine! I'll dig the f***ing hole, I don't give a f***. What is it, the first hole I ever dug? I'll f***ing dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

Paulie:
[about Henry's 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 got to take it easy. You got children. I'm not saying go back to her this minute, but you got to go 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 it, Henry. I can't do it. Nobody says you can't do what you want. We all know that. This is what it is. We know what it is. You have to do what's right. You have to go home to the family. You got to go home, okay? Look at me. You 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'll go back to her and it'll be like when you first 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 go with Jimmy.

Jimmy:
You come with me.

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

Jimmy:
We'll have a good time.

Paulie:
After 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, but not 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 but something catches her eye

Name of Inmate:
Henry Hill

Name 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 want her to visit you? Let her stay up all night, crying and writing letters to the parole board.

Henry:
What am I doing here? Where am I? I'm 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 front him] Let her fight these bastards every week!

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

Karen:
I'm sorry. Let her sneak this sh*t in for you.

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

Karen:
Let her do it! Let her do it!

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, and you know what he told me? He told me to take my kids down 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 see anybody anymore.

Henry:
It's only you and me. That's what happens when you go 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 want anybody doing anything.

Karen:
I can't do it.

Henry:
Yes, 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 month we're gonna be fine. We won't need anybody.

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

Henry:
Or I just say, Don't worry about 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 want to hear a word 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 look at the low-rent 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 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's house where people have a big dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in private

Paulie:
I do not want any more of that sh*t.

Henry:
I have no idea what's going on here.

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

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

Paulie:
Just don't do it. I am not talking about what you did in the can. You get a pass for that. In there you had to do what you to do to support your family. I am talking about there here and now. I do not want to end up like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years just for saying good morning to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Gribbs is 70 years old; the poor man is going to die in prison. So I am warning everyone, it could be my son, it could be anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

Henry:
[voiceover] It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff around, but when I did, it was a real score. In a month I had a down payment on my house 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 f***ed up good. You looked me in the eye and treated me like sh*t; like I was nobody.

Henry:
I couldn't come to you; not after 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 help now.

Paulie:
Take this.

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

Henry:
Thank you.

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

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

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

Henry:
Really?

Jimmy:
Yeah. Found him hiding in Florida. How would you feel 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 never return from Florida alive.

Tommy you're a funny guy

Henry Hill:
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the United States. Even before I first wandered into the cabstand for an after-school job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there 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 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 called the cops.

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

Henry Hill:
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 sometime.

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

Henry Hill:
Now the guy's got Paulie as a partner. Any problems, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he can call Paulie. But now the guy's gotta come up with Paulie's money every week, no matter what. Business bad? "F*** you, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "F*** you, pay me." Place got hit by lightning, huh? "F*** you, pay me." Also, Paulie could do anything. Especially run up bills on the joint'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 move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You take a two hundred dollar case of booze and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It's all profit. And then finally, when there's nothing left, when you can't borrow another buck from the bank or buy another case of booze, you bust the joint out. You light a match.

Henry Hill:
For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the only 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, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal thing. It was no big deal. 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 you could touch a made guy, you had to have a good reason. You had to have a sitdown, and you better get an okay, or you'd be the one who got whacked.

Henry Hill:
Saturday night was for wives, but Friday night at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.

Henry Hill:
See, 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 bars...But 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 alone. And we owned the joint.

Henry Hill:
[after 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 anything 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 surround a truck, open it to see a dead man 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 autopsy.

Henry Hill:
You know, we always called each other goodfellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna like this guy. He's all right. He's a good fella. He's one of us." You understand? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. But Jimmy and I could never be made because we had Irish blood. 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 give you. It means you belong to a family and crew. It means that nobody can f*** around with you. It also means you could f*** around with anybody just as long as they aren't also a member. It's like a license to steal. It's a license to do anything. As far as 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.

Henry Hill:
[about 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 still and take it. It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball sh*t. They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.

Henry Hill:
It was easy for all of us to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the name 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 birth certificate, arrest sheet, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to prove to the government I was ever alive.

Henry Hill:
See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like movie 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 sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed. Anything 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 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. We 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 now it's all over. And that's the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. 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 get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill:
One night, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. There was nothing like it. I didn't think there was anything strange in any of this. You know, a twenty-one-year-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really nice. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle it.

Karen Hill:
I know there are women, like my best friends, who would have 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.

Karen Hill:
We always did everything together and we always were in the same crowd. 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 even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to go out and risk his neck just to get us the little extras.

Karen Hill:
But still I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't even bring myself to leave 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?

You’re a funny guy!

Karen Hill:
It was like he had two families. The first time I was introduced to all of them at once, it was crazy. Paulie and his brothers had lots of sons and nephews and almost all of them were named Peter or Paul. It was unbelievable. There must have been two dozen Peter’s and Paul’s at the wedding. Plus they were all married to girls named Marie. And they named all their daughter’s Marie. By the time I finished meeting everybody, I thought I was drunk!