Mickey: You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder!
Adrian: It's Thanksgiving.
Rocky: Yea, to you it's Thanksgiving; to me it's Thursday.
Mickey: Your nose is broken.
Rocky: How does it look?
Mickey: Ah, it's an improvement.
Rocky: I can't do it.
Rocky: I can't beat him.
Rocky: Yeah. I been out there walkin' around, thinkin'. I mean, who am I kiddin'? I ain't even in the guy's league.
Adrian: What are we gonna do?
Rocky: I don't know.
Adrian: You worked so hard.
Rocky: Yeah, that don't matter. 'Cause I was nobody before.
Adrian: Don't say that.
Rocky: Ah come on, Adrian, it's true. I was nobody. But that don't matter either, you know? 'Cause I was thinkin', it really don't matter if I lose this fight. It really don't matter if this guy opens my head, either. 'Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody's ever gone the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I'm still standin', I'm gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren't just another bum from the neighborhood.
Rocky: Took you long enough to get here. Took you ten years to get to my house. Huh, what's the matter? You don't like my house? Does my house stink? That's right-it stinks! I didn't have no favors from you! Don't slum around me. Talkin' about your prime. What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I didn't have no prime. I didn't have nithin'! Leg's are goin', everything is goin'. Nobody's getting' no nothin'. Guy comes up, offers me a fight. Big deal. Wanna fight the fight? Yeah, I'll fight the big fight. I wouldn't wanna fight. Know what's gonna happen to me? I'm gonna get that! I'm gonna get that! And you wanna be ringside to see it? Do ya? You wanna help me out? Huh? Do you wana see me get my face kicked in? Leg's ain't workin', nothing's workin', but they go, "Go on, fight the champ." Yeah, I'll fight him. Get my face kicked in. And you come around here. You wanna move in here with me? Come on in! It's a nice house! Real nice. Come on in and move. It stinks! This whole place stinks. You wanna help me out? Well, help me out! Come on, help me out. I'm standin' here!
Adrian: Why do you wanna fight?
Rocky: Because I can't sing or dance.
Adrian: Einstein flunked out of school, twice.
Paulie: Is that so?
Adrian: Yeah. Beethoven was deaf. Helen Keller was blind. I think Rocky's got a good chance.
Apollo Creed: Ain't gonna be no rematch.
Rocky: Don't want one.
Apollo Creed: Stay in school and use your brain. Be a doctor, be a lawyer, carry a leather briefcase. Forget about sports as a profession. Sports make ya grunt and smell. See, be a thinker, not a stinker.
Paulie: [talking about Adrian] You like her?
Rocky: Sure, I like her.
Paulie: What's the attraction?
Rocky: I dunno... she fills gaps.
Paulie: What's 'gaps'?
Rocky: I dunno, she's got gaps, I got gaps, together we fill gaps.
Paulie: Are you ballin' her?
[punches Paulie in the shoulder]
Rocky: Hey, you don't talk dirty about your sister.
Paulie: Are you screwing my sister?
Rocky: You see, that's why I can't connect you with Gazzo. You know that, Paulie. Because you got a big mouth. You know, you just talk too much.
Rocky: I just want to say hi to my girlfriend, OK? Yo, Adrian! It's me, Rocky.
Apollo Creed: Apollo Creed vs. the Italian Stallion. Sounds like a damn monster movie.
Rocky: I wanna kiss ya-ya don't have to kiss me back if ya don't feel like it.
Adrian: [just before the big fight] I'll be here waiting for you.
Rocky: How 'bout I stay here and you fight?
[Paulie overhears Rocky and now he's angry and hurt]
Paulie: I don't want nothin' from you. I don't want nothin' from you. This ain't no charity case. Get outta my house.
Adrian: It's not just your house.
Paulie: [to Rocky] You ain't no friend no more. Get outta my house, I just says.
Adrian: Don't talk to him like that.
Paulie: Both of you get out of my house.
Rocky: Yo... It's cold outside, Paulie.
[drops his hat; getting angrier, Paulie grabs his bat]
Paulie: I don't want you messin' her, and I don't raise you to go with this scum bum! Yeah? Come on! You wanna hit on me? Come on! I'll break both your arms so they don't work for ya!
[Paulie smashed a lamp, then a dinner tray; Adrian screams]
Paulie: [Screaming] That's right! I'm not good enough to meet with Gazzo...
- that's what I think of Gazzo! Now your a big-shot fighter on your way up, you don't even throw a crumb to your friend Paulie! When I go out and get your meat every morning! You forgot that! Then I even give you my sister, too!
Adrian: Only a pig would say that!
Paulie: I'm a pig? A pig gives you the best?
Paulie: [Smashes a coffee set] You're such a loser! I don't get married because of you! You can't live by yourself! I put you two together! And you - don't you forget it! You owe me! You owe me!
Adrian: [Freaks out] WHAT DO I OWE YOU?
Paulie: [cries] You're supposed to be good to me.
Adrian: WHAT DO I OWE YOU, PAULIE? WHAT DO I OWE YOU? I treat you good! I cook for you! I cleaned for you! I pick up your dirty clothes! I take care of ya, Paulie! I don't owe you nothin'! And you made me feel like a loser! I'M NOT A LOSER!
Reporter: Where did you get the name, "The Italian Stallion"?
Rocky: Oh I made that up one night while I was eating dinner.
Bodyguard: Did ya get the license number?
Rocky: Of what?
Bodyguard: The truck that run over your face.
Rocky: You gotta be a moron... you gotta be a *moron* to wanna be a fighter.
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!
Rocky: Hey... you know how I said that stuff on TV didn't bother me none?
Rocky: It did.
Rocky: Hey, yo, Mike, whose lock is this? Whose stuff is this in my locker?
Mike: It's Dipper's stuff. It ain't your locker no more.
Rocky: Whatta ya talkin' about it ain't my locker no more? It's been my locker for six years. Where's my gear?
Mike: Mickey told me to bag it. Hang it.
Rocky: You put my stuff on skid row? I been in that locker six years; you put my stuff in a bag on skid row?
Mike: Mickey tells me what to do. I gotta do it, right, Rock?
Rocky: Where is he?
Mike: Working with Dipper. He's in a baaad mood.
Rocky: So am I.
Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I'm dumb, you're shy, whaddaya think, huh?
[the 15th and final round of the fight has ended; reporters climb into the ring for interviews]
Fight Announcer: [interviews Rocky] It was chaos. Rocky, you went the distance. You went the 15 rounds. How do you feel?
Rocky: All right!
Fight Announcer: What were you thinking about when that buzzer sounded?
Rocky: [yelling] Adrian!
Fight Announcer: What were you thinking when the 15th...
Rocky: What? Adrian!
Rocky: Rocky? Rocky?
Jergens: [taking the mic] Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention, please.
Adrian: Rocky? Rocky!
Jergens: Tonight, we have had the privilege of witnessing the greatest exhibition of guts and stamina in the history of the ring!
Adrian: Rocky. Rocky!
Jergens: [reads the results] Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a split decision.
[Jergens continues; indistinct]
Jergens: ...for Creed!
[Apollo is looking thru a book of Philadelphia fighters]
Jergens: What exactly are you looking for Apollo?
Apollo Creed: This is who I'm looking for. The Italian Stallion.
Jergens: Rocky Balboa? Never heard of him.
Apollo Creed: Look it's the name man. The I-talian Stallion. The media will eat it up. Now who discovered America? An Italian right? What better way to get it on than with one of its descendants?
Apollo's Trainer: He's a southpaw. I don't want you messing with southpaws. They do everything backwards
Apollo Creed: Southpaw nothing. I'll drop him in three. Apollo Creed meets the Italian Stallion. Now that sounds like a damn monster movie.
Rocky: Well, ya see, sir I understand you're lookin' for sparrin' partners for Apollo, and I jus' want ta let ya know that I am very available.
Fight Announcer: Your fans out there deserve a rematch!
Rocky: It ain't gonna be no rematch! Oh, come on! I had enough things in my face tonight! Adrian!
Fight Announcer: You heard him, Ladies and...
Rocky: Don't smoke that. It makes your breath like garbage.
Marie: Maybe I like garbage.
Rocky: [putting out the cigarette] Nobody likes garbage!
Rocky: [upon seeing Apollo Creed] He looks like a big flag.
Apollo Creed: You'd better stop this fight! You ain't nothin' but a bum!
Mickey: You know what you are?
Rocky: No, what?
Mickey: A tomato.
Rocky: A tomato?
Mickey: Yeah, and I'm running a business here, not a goddamn soup kitchen.
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.
Mickey: [to rocky, after round 1 with Apollo] Keep hittin'em in the ribs ya see? Don't let that bastard breathe!
[after Rocky finishes pounding on the raw meat]
Paulie: You do that to Apollo Creed, they'll put us in jail for murder.
Fight Announcer: What is keeping him up Bill, I dont know.
Rocky: What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I had no prime, I had nothin'!
[Rocky and Gazzo step out of the car for a talk]
Gazzo: [upset] How come you didn't break this guy's thumb like I told you?
Rocky: Well, how did you know I didn't...
Gazzo: You don't think I hear things? Did I give you a job this morning or didn't I, huh?
Gazzo: So why didn't you break his thumb like I told you? When you don't do what I tell you to do, you make me look bad, Rock.
Rocky: [trying to come up with an excuse] I figured... look, I figured if I break the guy's thumb, he gets laid off, right? Then he can't make...
Gazzo: [cuts Rocky off] Yeah, well don't figure! Let me do the figurin', okay, Rock? From here on in, just let me do the figuring, you know? These guys think we're running some kind of charity or something. That they can get off light. From here on in, do what I tell you to do, because it's bad for my reputation! You understand? You got...
Gazzo: You got it, Rock?
Rocky: [beat] I got it.
Gazzo: Good. Now, tomorrow you collect 400 from Del Rio. And if I tell you to break a guy's nose or thumb as a "late payment notice", you do it!
Rocky: [to Gazzo as he walks back towards the car] Hey, how do you spell "Del Rio"?
Gazzo: [angrly] Look it up in a dictionary, Rock!
Rocky: What's a dictionary? Hey, come on! I won't let it happen no more about the thumb. You know?
Bodyguard: [to Rocky as he drives off with Gazzo] Hey... so long, meatbag!
Rocky: [to Buddy the Bodyguard as he drives away] I shouda broke your thumb!
[Last lines; Adrian snuck inside the ring]
Rocky: Adrian! Adrian!
Rocky: Hey, where's your hat?
Adrian: I love you!
Rocky: I love you.
Adrian: [grabs and hugs Rocky] I love you!
Rocky: [out of breath] I love you. I love you.
Adrian: I love you!
Rocky: I love you. I love you.
Adrian: I love you!
Adrian: Is this you?
Rocky: Yeah, that's me when I was eight years old, that's the Italian Stallion when he was a baby.
Apollo's Trainer: He doesn't know it's a damn show! He thinks it's a damn fight!
Paulie: [in the bathroom of a bar] I'd like to kill the freaking guy who broke this mirror.
Adrian: Paulie, it's Thanksgiving. I got a turkey in the oven.
Paulie: Oh... a turkey in the oven.
[he takes the turkey out]
Paulie: You want the bird?
[he throws it out the door]
Paulie: Go in the alley and eat the bird!
Adrian: [disgusted] Oh Paulie!
Paulie: [about Adrian] She's pushing thirty freaking years old, and if she don't wise up, she's gonna die an old maid.
Rocky: I'm thirty myself!
Bartender: You want me to take a shot? All right.
[pours himself a drink]
Bartender: I'll take a shot!
Mickey: Get out of here! Don't ya ever interrupt me while I'm conductin' business. Move your little chicken asses out.
Mickey: You're a bum, Rock. You're a bum.
Rocky: I ain't no bum, Mick. I ain't no bum.
[Rocky and Adrian watching a Christmas movie in the house]
Adrian: And he called the reporters?
Rocky: Yeah. It threw my whole training schedule off.
Adrian: Don't be mad at him. He's just trying to help.
Rocky: Adrian, I ain't mad. It's just that, uh, when a reporter's around, I get out of joint 'cause they take cheap shots, and Paulie knows that. Paulie keeps askin' me for a job all the time, but he don't know nothin' about fighting.
Adrian: Are you gonna say anything to him?
Rocky: Well, what's to say? I just don't know what he wants from me.
Paulie: You're busted!
Paulie: You're not a virgin!
Paulie: You let him get into your pants! She's busted!
[Rocky grabs Paulie; screams, then sobs]
Paulie: [cries] I can't haul meat no more.
TV Commentator: [about Apollo] I've never seen a fighter that concerned about his hair.
[Adrian is trying to get to Rocky in the ring]
Rocky: What's the matter with my house? My house stink? THAT'S RIGHT! IT STINKS!
Rocky: [Rocky is trying to make out with Adrian on their first date] Will you do me a favor? Take off these glasses.
[Rocky takes off Adrian's frumpy glasses, revealing her beautiful eyes]
Rocky: Now take off this hat.
[Takes off her unattractive hat, revealing her dark, lovely hair. Adrian is beautiful and Rocky is appreciative]
Rocky: I always knew you was pretty...
Adrian: [Adrian looks at him, disbelieving] Stop teasing me.
Club fight attendee: Come on, Spider!