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.
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: What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I had no prime, I had nothin'.
Marie: You're a bum.
Apollo's Trainer: He doesn't know it's a damn show! He thinks it's a damn fight.
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.