Mickey: Down! Down! Stay Down!
Rocky: Hey... you know how I said that stuff on TV didn't bother me none? Adrian: Yeah? 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: ...
[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...
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's Trainer: He doesn't know it's a damn show! He thinks it's a damn fight!
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 Pauli...
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!
Paulie: You're busted! Adrian: What? Paulie: You're not a virgin! [Adrian sobbing] 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.
Reporter: Where did you get the name, "The Italian Stallion"? Rocky: Oh I made that up one night while I was eating dinner.
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.
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.
Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I'm dumb, you're shy, whaddaya think, huh?
Fight Announcer: What is keeping him up Bill, I dont know.
Marie: Hey Rocky! Screw you, creepo!
