Rocky: (Rocky is trying to make out with Adrian on their first date) Will you do me a favor? Take off these glasses.
(Rocky takes off Adrian`s frumpy glasses, revealing her beautiful eyes)
Rocky: Now take off this hat.
(Takes off her unattractive hat, revealing her dark, lovely hair. Adrian is beautiful and Rocky is appreciative)
Rocky: I always knew you was pretty...
Adrian: (Adrian looks at him, disbelieving) Stop teasing me.
Rocky: Shut up! Mr Gazzo wants the 200 now.
Fight Announcer: What is keeping him up Bill, I dont know.
Rocky: Cut me, Mick.
Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I`m dumb, you`re shy, whaddaya think, huh?
(after Rocky finishes pounding on the raw meat)
Paulie: You do that to Apollo Creed, they`ll put us in jail for murder.
Gazzo: Don`t you think I hear things?
Rocky: What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I had no prime, I had nothin`!
Mickey: (to rocky, after round 1 with Apollo) Keep hittin`em in the ribs ya see? Don`t let that bastard breathe!
Adrian: I love you.
Rocky: I love you.
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.
(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.
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.
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.
Rocky: Hey... you know how I said that stuff on TV didn`t bother me none?
Rocky: It did.
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!
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: You stop this fight, I`ll kill ya`!
Rocky: You gotta be a moron... you gotta be a *moron* to wanna be a fighter.
Bodyguard: Did ya get the license number?
Rocky: Of what?
Bodyguard: The truck that run over your face.
Apollo Creed: You`d better stop this fight! You ain`t nothin` but a bum!
Mickey: Down! Down! Stay Down!
Rocky: What`s the matter with my house? My house stink? THAT`S RIGHT! IT STINKS!
Reporter: Where did you get the name, "The Italian Stallion"?
Rocky: Oh I made that up one night while I was eating dinner.
TV Commentator: (about Apollo) I`ve never seen a fighter that concerned about his hair.
Adrian: You want a roommate?
Paulie: I want you outta here instamatically.
Paulie: You`re busted!
Paulie: You`re not a v*rgin!
Paulie: You let him get into your pants! She`s busted!
(Rocky grabs Paulie; screams, then sobs)
Paulie: (cries) I can`t haul meat no more.
Rocky: I shold have broke your thumbs!
(Rocky and Adrian watching a Christmas movie in the house)
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: 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!
Rocky: I wanna kiss ya-ya don`t have to kiss me back if ya don`t feel like it.
Mickey: You`re a bum, Rock. You`re a bum.
Rocky: I ain`t no bum, Mick. I ain`t no bum.
Mickey: Get out of here! Don`t ya ever interrupt me while I`m conductin` business. Move your little chicken asses out.
Marie: You`re a bum!
(Paulie overhears Rocky and now he`s angry and hurt)
Paulie: I don`t want nothin` from you. I don`t want nothin` from you. This ain`t no charity case. Get outta my house.
Adrian: It`s not just your house.
Paulie: (to Rocky) You ain`t no friend no more. Get outta my house, I just says.
Adrian: Don`t talk to him like that.
Paulie: Both of you get out of my house.
Rocky: Yo... It`s cold outside, Paulie.
(drops his hat; getting angrier, Paulie grabs his bat)
Paulie: I don`t want you messin` her, and I don`t raise you to go with this scum bum! Yeah? Come on! You wanna hit on me? Come on! I`ll break both your arms so they don`t work for ya!
(Paulie smashed a lamp, then a dinner tray; Adrian screams)
Paulie: (Screaming) That`s right! I`m not good enough to meet with Gazzo...
Paulie: - that`s what I think of Gazzo! Now your a big-shot fighter on your way up, you don`t even throw a crumb to your friend Paulie! When I go out and get your meat every morning! You forgot that! Then I even give you my sister, too!
Adrian: Only a pig would say that!
Paulie: I`m a pig? A pig gives you the best?
Paulie: (Smashes a coffee set) You`re such a loser! I don`t get married because of you! You can`t live by yourself! I put you two together! And you - don`t you forget it! You owe me! You owe me!
Adrian: (Freaks out) WHAT DO I OWE YOU?
Paulie: (cries) You`re supposed to be good to me.
Adrian: WHAT DO I OWE YOU, PAULIE? WHAT DO I OWE YOU? I treat you good! I cook for you! I cleaned for you! I pick up your dirty clothes! I take care of ya, Paulie! I don`t owe you nothin`! And you made me feel like a loser! I`M NOT A LOSER!
Bartender: You want me to take a shot? All right.
(pours himself a drink)
Bartender: I`ll take a shot!
Rocky: (upon seeing Apollo Creed) He looks like a big flag.
Rocky: Don`t smoke that. It makes your breath like garbage.
Marie: Maybe I like garbage.
Rocky: (putting out the cigarette) Nobody likes garbage!
Apollo Creed: Apollo Creed vs. the Italian Stallion. Sounds like a damn monster movie.
Paulie: (about Adrian) She`s pushing thirty freaking years old, and if she don`t wise up, she`s gonna die an old maid.
Rocky: I`m thirty myself!
Adrian: Paulie, it`s Thanksgiving. I got a turkey in the oven.
Paulie: Oh... a turkey in the oven.
(he takes the turkey out)
Paulie: You want the bird?
(he throws it out the door)
Paulie: Go in the alley and eat the bird!
Adrian: (disgusted) Oh Paulie!
Paulie: (in the bathroom of a bar) I`d like to kill the freaking guy who broke this mirror.
Marie: Hey Rocky! Screw you, creepo!
Apollo`s Trainer: He doesn`t know it`s a damn show! He thinks it`s a damn fight!
Apollo Creed: Ain`t gonna be no rematch.
Rocky: Don`t want one.
Rocky: I can`t do it.
Rocky: I can`t beat him.
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.
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.
Adrian: (just before the big fight) I`ll be here waiting for you.
Rocky: How `bout I stay here and you fight?
Rocky: I just want to say hi to my girlfriend, OK? Yo, Adrian! It`s me, Rocky.