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.
Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I'm dumb, you're shy, whaddaya think, huh?
Paulie: I want you outta here instamatically.
Mickey: You're a bum, Rock. You're a bum.
Rocky: I ain't no bum, Mick. I ain't no bum.
Marie: You're a bum.
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.
Rocky: I just want to say hi to my girlfriend, OK? Yo, Adrian! It's me, Rocky.
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.
Bodyguard: Did ya get the license number?
Rocky: Of what?
Bodyguard: The truck that run over your face.
Rocky: Cut me, Mick.
Rocky: I shold have broke your thumbs.
Fight Announcer: What is keeping him up Bill, I don't know.
Rocky: Is that a face you can trust or what? They oughta stick this face on a stamp, whaddya think.
Apollo Creed: You'd better stop this fight! You ain't nothin' but a bum.
Mickey: You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder.
Mickey: Your nose is broken.
Rocky: How does it look?
Mickey: Ah, it's an improvement.






Answer: They mean the entire year, 1976, is America's birth "day," being the bicentennial of the Declaration of Independence. So the fight, taking place on January 1, is the "first sporting event on our two hundredth birthday."