Breaking Away (1979)

Dad: Refund? Refund? Are you crazy! Refund? Refund? Refund?

Dad: I dreamed all last night, that everyone I ever sold a car to came back for a refund. And there you were, handing out the checks! One for you, and one for you.

Dad: I was proud of my work. And the buildings went up. When they were finished the damnedest thing happened. It was like the buildings were too good for us. Nobody told us that. It just felt uncomfortable, that's all.

Mike's Brother: How are you fellas doing?
Cyril: Well, we're a little disturbed by developments in the Middle East, but.

Dave: Everybody cheats. I just didn't know.
Dad: Well, now you know.

Dave: Italianos - like the nightingales they sing. Like the eagles they fly.
Dad: Speakin' of flies, eh, you brought a helluva lot of flies in with you.
Dave: Did you know that fly in Italian is 'mosca'?
Dad: Did you know in English it's 'pest'?

Dave: Hell, I don't want to go to college Dad. To hell with them. I'm proud of being a cutter.
Dad: You're not a cutter. I'm a cutter.

Dad: If you eat so much, Moocher, how come you're so damned small?
Moocher: Oh... It's my metabolism. I eat 3 times a day and my metabolism eats 5 times a day.

Dave: I was thinking of taking French, but, it's my first year. Have you ever seen la Tour de France?
French Girl: No.
Dave: No? Mon Dieu! The French riders - they're the best.

Mike: The only thing I'm afraid of is wastin' the rest of my life with you guys.
Cyril: I thought that was the whole plan. That we were going to waste the rest of our lives together.

Dad: How you feelin'?
Dave: Tired, Pop.
Dad: Exhausted.
Dave: Yeah.
Dad: Good. Get used to it. From now on its gonna be more of the same. Let's go home.

Cyril: I wonder what its like to kiss a coed. I wonder about that a lot.

Moocher: Mike, the time comes when we just all have to go our own ways, you know.
Mike: Oh, you're a real adult, aren't ya. B-town boy grows up.

Mike: You want to tell me who did it?
Cyril: It was dark... All I can tell your for sure is that they all wore Brut after-shave and reeked of Lavoris.

Mom: What's the matter?
Dad: He's shavin'.
Mom: Well... so what?
Dad: ...his legs.

Dave: Pop, can I have this Saturday off?
Dad: Hell no.
Dave: Eh, just this once, Pop. The Italians are coming Saturday.
Dad: I don't care if the second coming's coming.

Mike: That's the place to be right there, Wyoming! Nothin' but prairies and mountains and nobody around. All you need is your bed roll and a good horse.
Cyril: Don't forget your toothbrush! You're still in your cavity-prone years.

Cyril: I sure miss playing basketball. I got depressed as hell when my athlete's foot and jock itch went away.

Dave: Buon giorno, papa.
Dad: I'm not "papa." I'm your god-damned father.

Dave: Have a nice trip.
Katherine: You too.
Dave: But I'm not going anywhere.
Katherine: I don't know about that.