Breaking Away (1979)

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

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.

Mom: So, you see, I think you really should go. I think you should come home, singing, with a trophy. I think you should do all those things while you can.
Dave: I win this one for you Mama.

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.

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

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'?

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.

Dad: He's never tired. He's never miserable.
Mom: He's young.
Dad: When I was young I was tired and miserable.

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.

Mom: Well, you could use some help. What if you gave him a job?
Dad: I don't want him sellin' used cars.
Mom: Why not? It's good enough for you.
Dad: Who says its good enough for me?
Mom: You do.
Dad: Damn right, it's good enough for me. But, I don't need any help. And he'd ruin me if I hired him. A weirdo kid like that. Jeez.

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

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

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

Dad: God-damned see-thru coffee.
Mom: He was very sickly until he started riding around on that bicycle.
Dad: Yeah... well... now his body's fine, but his mind is gone.

Dad: You guys still go swimmin' in the quarries?
Dave: Sure.
Dad: So, the only thing you got to show for my 20 years of work is the holes we left behind?

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.

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

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

Cyril: When you're 16 they call it Sweet 16 and when you're 18 you get to drink and and vote and see dirty movies. What the hell do you get to do when you're 19?
Mike: You leave home.
Cyril: My Dad said that Jesus never went further than 50 miles from his home.
Mike: Well, look what happened to him.