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[Angie, a young woman approaches Rocky at the bar
: Yo! Yo, is that you? Is that really you? Rocky Balboa
: How you doin'? Marie
: [to Angie
] I think he wants to drink alone. Angie
: [turning "Street Gangsta"
] Well, then give him his drink then. I ain't stoppin' you. What's that, your man or somthin'? No, I don't think so!
[turns back to Rocky
: Anyway, me and my friends, we're right down there. You think - You think you can buy us a round? Come on, you got the money. Just one round. Rocky Balboa
: Hey, uh...
[pushes Angie hand down
] Rocky Balboa
: Thank you. Angie
: What are y - What are you doin' pushin' my hand away like that? Rocky Balboa
: What's your name? Angie
: Angie. What do you wanna know for? Rocky Balboa
: Angie, don't be playin' a fool for that guy, all right? Angie
: [turning cross
] A fool? Rocky Balboa
: Yeah. Angie
] A fool? I'm the fool? You're the fool, not me! You got it twisted. You're the fool. I'm a person, just like you. You ain't no better than me. You think you're a big shot? You ain't nothin! You ain't no better that me! NO better!
: Wow. Marie
: Glad you dropped in? Rocky Balboa
: I think the neighborhood's changin' a little.
: You know your kid sorta resembles ya. He's got that thick Irish hair, you know. Marie
: ...Yeah it's the other one.
[Rocky looks at the dark skinned one
] Rocky Balboa
: ...Yeah? Marie
: His father was from Jamaica. Rocky Balboa
: Jamaica... European... Was you on a cruise ship or somthin' ? Marie
] Not exactly.
: It doesn't matter how this looks to other people. If this is something you gotta do, then you do it. Fighters fight.
: Do you have a reservation? Paulie
: Do I look like a freakin' Indian?
: [after Paulie walks into Adrian's after being let go from his job
] Excuse me? Do you have a reservation? Paulie
] Do I look like an indian?
: The last thing to age on somebody is their heart
: Don't get out. It's alright. Rocky Balboa
: No, Little Marie. It ain't alright.
: Hey Rocky! Screw you, creepo!
: Don't smoke that. It makes your breath like garbage. Marie
: Maybe I like garbage. Rocky
: [putting out the cigarette
] Nobody likes garbage!
: You're a bum!