Marie: You're a bum!
Mickey: Get out of here! Don't ya ever interrupt me while I'm conductin' business. Move your little chicken asses out.
Mickey: You're a bum, Rock. You're a bum.
Rocky: I ain't no bum, Mick. I ain't no bum.
Rocky: I wanna kiss ya-ya don't have to kiss me back if ya don't feel like it.
Rocky: Took you long enough to get here. Took you ten years to get to my house. Huh, what's the matter? You don't like my house? Does my house stink? That's right-it stinks! I didn't have no favors from you! Don't slum around me. Talkin' about your prime. What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I didn't have no prime. I didn't have nithin'! Leg's are goin', everything is goin'. Nobody's getting' no nothin'. Guy comes up, offers me a fight. Big deal. Wanna fight the fight? Yeah, I'll fight the big fight. I wouldn't wanna fight. Know what's gonna happen to me? I'm gonna get that! I'm gonna get that! And you wanna be ringside to see it? Do ya? You wanna help me out? Huh? Do you wana see me get my face kicked in? Leg's ain't workin', nothing's workin', but they go, "Go on, fight the champ." Yeah, I'll fight him. Get my face kicked in. And you come around here. You wanna move in here with me? Come on in! It's a nice house! Real nice. Come on in and move. It stinks! This whole place stinks. You wanna help me out? Well, help me out! Come on, help me out. I'm standin' here!
Adrian: And he called the reporters?
Rocky: Yeah. It threw my whole training schedule off.
Adrian: Don't be mad at him. He's just trying to help.
Rocky: Adrian, I ain't mad. It's just that, uh, when a reporter's around, I get out of joint 'cause they take cheap shots, and Paulie knows that. Paulie keeps askin' me for a job all the time, but he don't know nothin' about fighting.
Adrian: Are you gonna say anything to him?
Rocky: Well, what's to say? I just don't know what he wants from me.
Rocky: I shold have broke your thumbs!
Paulie: You're busted!
Adrian: What?
Paulie: You're not a virgin!
Paulie: You let him get into your pants! She's busted!
Paulie: [cries] I can't haul meat no more.
Paulie: I want you outta here instamatically.
Adrian: You want a roommate?
Rocky: Absolutely.
TV Commentator: [about Apollo] I've never seen a fighter that concerned about his hair.
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: 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?
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 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.
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.
Mickey: [to rocky, after round 1 with Apollo] Keep hittin'em in the ribs ya see? Don't let that bastard breathe!
Rocky: What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I had no prime, I had nothin'!
Paulie: You do that to Apollo Creed, they'll put us in jail for murder.
Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I'm dumb, you're shy, whaddaya think, huh?
Rocky: Cut me, Mick.
Fight Announcer: What is keeping him up Bill, I dont know.
Rocky: Shut up! Mr Gazzo wants the 200 now.
Rocky: Will you do me a favor? Take off these glasses.
Rocky: Now take off this hat.
Rocky: I always knew you was pretty...
Adrian: Stop teasing me.
Adrian: It's Thanksgiving.
Rocky: Yea, to you it's Thanksgiving; to me it's Thursday.
