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Quotes for
Ray Jackson (Character)
from Bloodsport (1988)

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Bloodsport (1988)
Jackson: Time to separate the men from the boys.
Victor: Just be sure Chong Li doesn't separate your head from your body.

[first lines]
Boxer: Jackson, you going to go to Hong Kong?
Jackson: I love anything full contact. I need a few more scars on my face.
Boxer: But I heard you can get killed at that Kumite.
Jackson: Only if you fuck up.

Ray Jackson: Aren't you a little young for full-contact?
Frank Dux: Aren't you a little old for videogames?

Ray Jackson: I ain't your pal, dickface.

[Frank has just won his first fight in record time]
Jackson: His first fight in the kumite and he broke the fucking world record!

Hossein: You come upstairs with me for an interview.
Janice Kent: Like hell, let go of me.
Hossein: You want Hossein, no?
Janice Kent: No, Hossein is an asshole.
Janice Kent: Do you want me to spell it out for you?
Frank Dux: [prevents Hossein from smacking Janice Kent] Leave the girl alone.
Hiro: He's the American shit head who makes tricks with bricks!
Ray Jackson: Guess the Kumite starts one day earlier this year, huh fellas?

Victor: What's the hold-up?
Official: He says Senzo Tanaka is his shidoshi.
Victor: What's the difference if Bruce Springsteen is his shidoshi?
Official: If Senzo Tanaks is his shidoshi, then show us the Dim Mak.
Ray Jackson: [turns to Frank] What the hell is a Dim Mack?
Official: Death touch.

Ray Jackson: So you stomped him real good, huh, Frankie?
Janice Kent: Even worse.
Ray Jackson: What do you mean?
Janice Kent: He made him say matte.
Ray Jackson: All right, Frankie! But you'd better watch out - you might have to face me next time!
Janice Kent: You guys are out of your minds!
Ray Jackson: I'll drink to that!

[Jackson is getting ready to fight Chong Li]
Frank Dux: Go for the gut. He's soft there.
Ray Jackson: What the hell are you talking about?
Frank Dux: Chong Li's weak in the gut. That's how Parades surprised him.
Victor: [nods curtly with a look of grim encouragement]
Frank Dux: Hey. You listening to me? Go for the stomach. And stay away from his right leg.
Ray Jackson: Will you stop worrying, Frankie? I've got it under control. You sound like my mother. Man alive.

[Frank is doing splits between two chairs]
Jackson: That hurts me just lookin' at it.

Victor: Now remember, it's full contact. There are three ways to win. One, You knock your opponent out. Two, the other guy quits, and shouts 'Matte.' It's like saying 'Uncle.' Three, You throw the fucker right off the runway!
Jackson: Piece o' cake.

Ray Jackson: Who the hell are these scumbags?
Rawlins: Stay out of this, pal.
Ray Jackson: I ain't your pal, dickface.

Jackson: Choose a brick. I know, bottom one, right?
[Jackson takes a deep breath and smashes the top brick. Dusting off the bottom one, he holds it up]
Jackson: See? Not a scratch on it.
Official: [chuckles] Not Dim Mak.
Jackson: Yeah? Well, neither is this.
[Jackson smashes the brick against his forehead]
Jackson: [giving the pieces to the official] For you.