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 Creed:
Stay in school and use your brain. Be a doctor, be a lawyer, carry a leather briefcase. Forget about sports as a profession. Sports make ya grunt and smell. See, 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:
Because I can't sing or dance.
[closing lines]
Rocky:
Adrian!
Adrian:
Rocky!
Rocky:
Adrian!
Adrian:
Rocky!
Rocky:
Adrian.
Adrian:
Rocky.
Rocky:
I just want to say hi to my girlfriend, OK? Yo, Adrian! It's me, Rocky.
Adrian:
[just before the big fight] I'll be here waiting for you.
Rocky:
How 'bout I stay here and you fight?
Adrian:
Is this you?
Rocky:
Yeah, that's me when I was eight years old, that's the Italian Stallion when he was a baby.
Rocky:
I can't do it.
Adrian:
What?
Rocky:
I can't beat him.
Adrian:
Apollo?
Rocky:
Yeah. I been out there walkin' around, thinkin'. I mean, who am I kiddin'? I ain't even in the guy's league.
Adrian:
What are we gonna do?
Rocky:
I don't know.
Adrian:
You worked so hard.
Rocky:
Yeah, that don't matter. 'Cause I was nobody before.
Adrian:
Don't say that.
Rocky:
Ah come on, Adrian, it's true. I was nobody. But that don't matter either, you know? 'Cause I was thinkin', it really don't matter if I lose this fight. It really don't matter if this guy opens my head, either. 'Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody's ever gone the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I'm still standin', I'm gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren't just another bum from the neighborhood.
Apollo Creed:
Ain't gonna be no rematch.
Rocky:
Don't want one.
Apollo's Trainer:
He doesn't know it's supposed to be a show! He thinks it's a damn fight!
Marie:
Hey Rocky! Screw you, creepo!
Adrian:
You want a roommate?
Rocky:
Absolutely.
Reporter:
Where did you get the name, "The Italian Stallion"?
Rocky:
Oh I made that up one night while I was eating dinner.
Rocky:
What's the matter with my house? My house stink? THAT'S RIGHT! IT STINKS!
Mickey:
Down! Down! Stay Down!
Apollo Creed:
You'd better stop this fight! You ain't nothin' but a bum!
Bodyguard:
Did ya get the license number?
Rocky:
Of what?
Bodyguard:
The truck that run over your face.
Rocky:
You gotta be a moron... you gotta be a *moron* to wanna be a fighter.
Rocky:
You stop this fight, I'll kill ya'!
Adrian:
Einstein flunked out of school, twice.
Paulie:
Is that so?
Adrian:
Yeah. Beethoven was deaf. Helen Keller was blind. I think Rocky's got a good chance.
Rocky:
I been comin' here for six years, and for six years ya been stickin' it to me, an' I wanna know how come!
Mickey:
Ya don't wanna know!
Rocky:
I wanna know how come!
Mickey:
Ya wanna know?
Rocky:
I WANNA KNOW HOW!
Mickey:
OK, I'm gonna tell ya! You had the talent to become a good fighter, but instead of that, you become a legbreaker to some cheap, second rate loanshark!
Rocky:
Hey... you know how I said that stuff on TV didn't bother me none?
Adrian:
Yeah?
Rocky:
It did.
Mickey:
You know what you are?
Rocky:
No, what?
Mickey:
A tomato.
Rocky:
A tomato?
Mickey:
Yeah, and I'm running a buisness here, not a soup kitchen.
Apollo's Trainer:
Hey, champ, you oughta come and look at this boy you're gonna fight on TV. It looks like he means business.
Apollo Creed:
Yeah, yeah. I mean business too.
[Apollo is looking thru a book of Philadelphia fighters]
Jergens:
What exactly are you looking for Apollo?
Apollo Creed:
This is who I'm looking for. The Italian Stallion.
Jergens:
Rocky Balboa? Never heard of him.
Apollo Creed:
Look it's the name man. The I-talian Stallion. The media will eat it up. Now who discovered America? An Italian right? What better way to get it on than with one of its descendants?
Apollo's Trainer:
He's a southpaw. I don't want you messing with southpaws. They do everything backwards
Apollo Creed:
Southpaw nothing. I'll drop him in three. Apollo Creed meets the Italian Stallion. Now that sounds like a damn monster movie.
Rocky:
Hey, yo, Mike, whose lock is this? Whose stuff is this in my locker?
Mike:
It's Dipper's stuff. It ain't your locker no more.
Rocky:
Whatta ya talkin' about it ain't my locker no more? It's been my locker for six years. Where's my gear?
Mike:
Mickey told me to bag it. Hang it.
Rocky:
You put my stuff on skid row? I been in that locker six years; you put my stuff in a bag on skid row?
Mike:
Mickey tells me what to do. I gotta do it, right, Rock?
Rocky:
Where is he?
Mike:
Working with Dipper. He's in a baaad mood.
Rocky:
So am I.
