I'm 32, Mr. Dunn, and I'm here celebrating the fact that I spent another year scraping dishes and waitressing which is what I've been doing since 13, and according to you, I'll be 37 before I can even throw a decent punch, which I have to admit, after working on this speed bag for a month, may be the God's simple truth. Other truth is, my brother's in prison, my sister cheats on welfare by pretending one of her babies is still alive, my daddy's dead, and my momma weighs 312 lbs. If I was thinking straight, I'd go back home, find a used trailer, buy a deep fryer and some oreos. Problem is, this the only thing I ever felt good doing. If I'm too old for this, then I got nothing. That enough truth to suit you?

Maggie Fitzgerald

Anybody can lose one fight, anybody can lose once... you'll come back from this... you'll be champion of the world.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris

I want you to jab, right in the tits, until they turn blue and fall off.

Frankie Dunn

Frankie Dunn: How many eyes do you need to finish this fight?
Maggie Fitzgerald: One's enough.

Maggie Fitzgerald: She's tough, I can't go inside, I can't get close enough to hit her.
Frankie Dunn: You know why that is?
Maggie Fitzgerald: Why?
Frankie Dunn: Cause she's a better fighter than you are, that's why. She's younger, she's stronger, and she's more experienced. Now, what are you gonna do about it?

Girlie, tough ain't enough.

Frankie Dunn

Frankie Dunn: You got big holes in your socks.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Oh, they're not that big.
Frankie Dunn: Didn't I give you money for some new ones?
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: These are my sleeping socks. My feet like a little air at night.
Frankie Dunn: How come you're wearing them in the daytime, then?
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: 'Cause my daytime socks got too many holes in them.

Frankie Dunn: So is Jesus a Demigod?
Father Horvak: There are no Demigods, you fucking Pagan!

I have HBO.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris

Frankie Dunn: You wouldn't start training to be a ballerina at 31 now, would you?
Maggie Fitzgerald: Already been workin' it for three years.
Frankie Dunn: And you can't hit a speed bag? What kind of training is that?
Maggie Fitzgerald: I never had any, boss.
Frankie Dunn: Well, I hate to say it, but it shows.

Maggie Fitzgerald: We're flying?
Frankie Dunn: Would you rather drive?
Maggie Fitzgerald: You're askin' me?
Frankie Dunn: Would you rather fly or would you rather drive?
Maggie Fitzgerald: So, I finally get to decide something?
Frankie Dunn: That's what I'm saying.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Fine. Fly there, drive back.
Frankie Dunn: That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of. How the hell we gonna do that?
Maggie Fitzgerald: You said it was up to me.

Maggie Fitzgerald: I've got nobody but you, Frankie.
Frankie Dunn: Well, you've got me.

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