Adrian: Is this you? Rocky Balboa: Yeah, that's me when
I was eight years old, that's the Italian Stallion when
he was a baby.
Apollo Creed: Ain't gonna be no rematch. Rocky Balboa: Don't
want one.
Apollo's Trainer: He doesn't know that this is a damn show!
He thinks this is a damn fight! Finish that bum and let's
go home!
Apollo's Trainer: You're bleeding inside, champ! We're gonna
have to stop this fight! Apollo Creed: You're not going
to stop nothing, man! You're not gonna stop nothing!
Apollo Creed: He broke... he broke all my ribs.
Rocky: I can't beat him. But that don't bother me. The only
thing I want to do is to go the distance, that's all. Because
if that bell rings and I'm still standing, then I'm gonna
know for the first time in my life, see, that I wasn't just
another bum from the neighborhood.
Mickey: Women weaken legs!
Mickey: You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap
thunder!
Rocky: Well, ya see, sir I understand you're lookin' for
sparrin' partners for Apollo, and I jus' want ta let ya
know that I am very available.
Apollo: Sports make you grunt and smell. Stay in school,
use your brains. Be a thinker, not a stinker.
Mickey: Your nose is broken. Rocky: How does it look? Mickey:
Ah, it's an improvement.
Adrian: Why do you wanna fight? Rocky Balboa: Because I
can't sing or dance.
