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: Hey! Are you really gonna shave your legs? Dave
: Certo! All the Italians do it. Mike
: Ah. Some country. The women don't shave theirs.
: 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.
: Buon giorno, papa! Dad
: I'm not "papa." I'm your god-damned father.
: Moocher, you're Catholic, right? Moocher
: Yeah. Dave
: Did you ever go to confession? Moocher
: Twice. Dave
: Did it make you feel better? Moocher
: 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!
: 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?
: 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!
: Everybody cheats. I just didn't know. Dad
: Well, now you know.
: [looking at Dave's beat up bike
] Doesn't look that bad to me... Dave
: That's cause you don't have to ride it! Moocher
: Well, you know, you don't have to ride it either, Dave. We're not gonna beg you. Cyril
: We may plead, but we would never beg!
: [watching the college kids on campus
] Sure looks like they've got it made. Mike
: That's because they're rich. Dave
: Italians are poor, but they're happy. Mike
: Yeah? Maybe in Italy.
: You hear from your folks, Mooch? Moocher
: Yeah, my dad called. He wanted to know if the house was sold. He could use the money something fierce. Dave
: Well, you can come and live with me when it's sold. In Italy, everybody lives together. Moocher
] Since you won that Italian bike, man, you've been acting weird. You're really getting to think you're Italian, aren't you? Cyril
: I wouldn't mind thinking I was somebody myself.
: Have a nice trip. Katherine
: You too. Dave
: But I'm not going anywhere. Katherine
: I don't know about that.
: 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 ya.
: Well, I'm supposed to take this college entrance exam. Cyril
: Are you gonna go to college? Dave
: Hell no. I just want to see if I can pass.
: 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.
: 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.
: 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.
: [after Dave has taken his college entrance exam
] What? Are you afraid? Dave
: Yeah, a little bit. And then there's the rest of the guys. Dad
: Well, you took the exam. Did all right, didn't you? Dave
: Yes. Dad
: Well, that's - that's good.
: 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!
: [Last lines
] Hi ya, big shot! Dave
: Bon jour, Papa!
: Hi, Kathy. Katherine
: [not realizing that Dave's not really the Italian guy he made himself out to be
] Oh, God, what did you do to yourself? Dave
: I just, uh... Katherine
: Oh, I liked you better before. Oh, what happened to your cornicello? Katherine
: [Dave remains silent
] Now you look like everybody else. Dave
: I *am* everybody else.