Down! Down! Stay Down!Mickey
Bodyguard: Did ya get the license number?
Rocky: Of what?
Bodyguard: The truck that run over your face.
You gotta be a moron... you gotta be a "moron" to wanna be a fighter.Rocky
You stop this fight, I'll kill ya'!Rocky
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: It's a living.
Mickey: IT'S A WASTE OF LIFE!
Rocky: Hey... you know how I said that stuff on TV didn't bother me none?
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 business here, not a goddamn 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.
Adrian: I love you.
Rocky: I love you.