Mickey: Women weaken legs! Mickey: You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder! 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. 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. Mickey: Your nose is broken. Rocky: How does it look? Mickey: Ah, it's an improvement. Adrian: Why do you wanna fight? Rocky: Because I can't sing or dance.
[closing lines] Rocky: Adrian! Adrian: Rocky! Rocky: Adrian! Adrian: Rocky! Rocky: Adrian. Adrian: Rocky. Rocky: I just want to say hi to my girlfriend, OK? Yo, Adrian! It's me, Rocky. Adrian: [just before the big fight] I'll be here waiting for you. Rocky: How 'bout I stay here and you fight? 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. Rocky: I can't do it. Adrian: What? Rocky: I can't beat him. Adrian: Apollo? 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. Apollo Creed: Ain't gonna be no rematch. Rocky: Don't want one. Apollo's Trainer: He doesn't know it's supposed to be a show! He thinks it's a damn fight! Marie: Hey Rocky! Screw you, creepo! Adrian: You want a roommate? Rocky: Absolutely. Reporter: Where did you get the name, "The Italian Stallion"? Rocky: Oh I made that up one night while I was eating dinner. Rocky: What's the matter with my house? My house stink? THAT'S RIGHT! IT STINKS! Mickey: Down! Down! Stay Down! 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. Rocky: You gotta be a moron... you gotta be a *moron* to wanna be a fighter. Rocky: You stop this fight, I'll kill ya'! 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. 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: Hey... you know how I said that stuff on TV didn't bother me none? Adrian: Yeah? Rocky: It did. Mickey: You know what you are? Rocky: No, what? Mickey: A tomato. Rocky: A tomato? Mickey: Yeah, and I'm running a buisness here, not a 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.
[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: 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.