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.
