Moocher Quotes in Breaking Away (1979)

Dave: Moocher, you're Catholic, right?

Moocher: Yeah.

Dave: Did you ever go to confession?

Moocher: Twice.

Dave: Did it make you feel better?

Moocher: Once.

[as they go for a marriage license:]

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.

Moocher: [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!

Moocher: [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.

Dave: 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: [laughs] 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.

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: 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!

Nancy: You know what?

Moocher: No, what?

Nancy: I'm leaving home, that's what.

Moocher: What? Where are you going?

Nancy: About 5 blocks south.

Moocher: [laughs] Yeah?

Nancy: I found this little place, it's so cute I could scream.

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.

Owner of Car Wash: [in a cranky tone of voice] You're a little late - but I guess you won't let *that* happen again.

Moocher: [meekly] Sorry.

Owner of Car Wash: Here's your sponge and here's your rag and there's your place...

Owner of Car Wash: [sarcastically] ... and don't forget to punch the clock, "Shorty."

Moocher: [Moocher goes over and punches and breaks the time clock with his fist, then walks off the job]