Antonio Ricci: "There's a cure for everything except death."
Antonio Ricci: "Why should I kill myself worrying when I'll end up just as dead?"
Antonio Ricci: I've been cursed since the day I was born.
Antonio Ricci: You live and you suffer.
The Beggar: I mind my own business, I bother nobody, and what do I get? Trouble.
Antonio Ricci: [He and his son are at a restaurant; together they notice a nearby table, occupied by an apparently well-off family who seem to be eating quite well] To eat like that, you'd have to earn at least a million a month.
Antonio Ricci: Your mother and her prayers can't help us.
Antonio Ricci: Forget everything. We'll get drunk!
Antonio Ricci: It's always the same! I might as well go and jump in the river.
Antonio Ricci: Baiocchi. You've got to help me. I've got to get my bike back.
Baiocco: Easier said than done.
Employment Officer: Have you got a bike or haven't you?
Antonio Ricci: I've got one. I've got one.
Employment Officer: Remember if you haven't got a bike, there's nothing doing, right?
Antonio Ricci: Think I'm going to wait another two years? I'll be there with a bike.
Amateur Actor: [singing] If you really, really loved me, You'd make sure I wasn't taken for a ride by other people.
Baiocco: People.
Amateur Actor: People.
Baiocco: People.
Amateur Actor: People.
Baiocco: People.
Maria: You shouldn't have pawned your bike!
Antonio Ricci: And how were you supposed to eat?
Bruno: What about the bike?
Baiocco: Trust me, we'll sort it out somehow.
Bike Painter: We're all honest here in Piazza Vittorio!
Bagonghi: Yeahhh!
Bike Painter: What d'ya mean, "Yeaaah"?
Bagonghi: Nyaaaah!
Antonio: It's pointless. These's nothing doing. It always rains on Sundays.
