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'.
Marie: You're a bum.
Apollo's Trainer: He doesn't know it's a damn show! He thinks it's a damn fight.
Reporter: Where did you get the name, "The Italian Stallion"?
Rocky: Oh I made that up one night while I was eating dinner.
Rocky: I wanna kiss ya-ya don't have to kiss me back if ya don't feel like it.
Rocky: I shold have broke your thumbs.
Mickey: Your nose is broken.
Rocky: How does it look?
Mickey: Ah, it's an improvement.
Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I'm dumb, you're shy, whaddaya think, huh?
Mickey: You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder.
Rocky: Cut me, Mick.
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.
Paulie: I want you outta here instamatically.
Rocky: Is that a face you can trust or what? They oughta stick this face on a stamp, whaddya think.
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.