Breaking Away

Cyril:
Hey! Are you really gonna shave your legs?

Dave:
Certo! All the Italians do it.

Cyril:
Ah. Some country. The women don't shave theirs.

Moocher:
Hey, come on in, Dave.

Dave:
Nah, I read where this Italian coach said its no good to go swimmin' right after a race.

Mike:
Who's swimmin'? I'm takin' a leak.

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:
He's never tired. He's never miserable.

Mom:
He's young.

Dad:
When I was young I was tired and miserable.

Dave:
Buon giorno, papa!

Dad:
I'm not "papa." I'm your god-damned father.

Mom:
What's the matter?

Dad:
He's shavin'.

Mom:
Well... so what?

Dad:
...his legs.

Mike:
They're gonna keep callin' us "cutters." To them, it's just a dirty word. To me, it's just somethin' else I never got a chance to be.

Dad:
What are we gonna do about him?

Mom:
I don't know dear. We could always strangle him while he's asleep.

Dad:
What is this?

Mom:
It's sauteed zucchini.

Dad:
It's I-tey food. I don't want no I-tey food.

Mom:
It's not. I got it at the A&P. It's like... squash.

Dad:
I know I-tey food when I hear it! It's all them "eenie" foods... zucchini... and linguini... and fettuccine. I want some American food, dammit! I want French fries!

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

Cyril:
I was sure I was going to get that scholarship. My dad of course was sure I wasn't. When I didn't, he was real understanding, you know. He loves to do that. He loves to be understanding when I fail.

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.

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.

Dave:
Did you ever go to confession?

Moocher:
Twice.

Dave:
Did it make you feel better?

Moocher:
Once.

Moocher:
I wonder if I have to have a job to qualify.

Nancy:
I don't think so. I think it's mostly blood and relatives that they're interested in.

Moocher:
Blood and relatives... well, that's great. I got both of them.

Dad:
I don't care if the second coming's coming!

Dad:
No, I don't feel lucky to be alive! I feel lucky I'm not dead. There's a difference.

Dad:
I didn't want you to be this miserable. A little bit's all I asked for.

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.

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:
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:
You mean we might be a father?

Dad:
No. I might be a father. And your mom might be a mother. And YOU might be a brother. See, that way I keep it all in the family.

Moocher:
Wow! Hey, I didn't think people your age -

Dad:
The next word may be your last, kid!

Mom:
Oh, Dave, try not to become Catholic on us.

Dad:
I had a dream last night that everyone I ever sold a car to came back and there you were, handing them back their money!

Dad:
Refund? Refund?!

Mike:
[after discovering that the college kids beat Cyril up] They want a fight, we'll give 'em a fight.

Cyril:
We rednecks are few... college paleface students are many. I counsel peace.

Dave Stoller:
Everybody cheats. I just didn't know.

Mike:
You know, I used to think I was a really great quarterback in high school. Still think so, too. Can't even bring myself to light a cigarette 'cause I keep thinkin' I gotta stay in shape. You know what really gets me, though? I mean, here I am, I gotta live in this stinkin' town, and I gotta read in the newspapers about some hot-shot kid, new star of the college team. Every year, it's gonna be a new one. Every year it's never gonna be me. I'm just gonna be Mike. Twenty year-old Mike. Thirty year-old Mike. Old, mean old man Mike. These college kids out here - they're never gonna get old or out of shape 'cause new ones come along every year. And they're gonna keep calling us 'Cutters'. To them, it's just a dirty word. To me, it's just somethin' else I never got a chance to be.