Maggie Fitzgerald: I'm 32, Mr. Dunn, and I'm here celebrating the fact that I spent another year scraping dishes and waitressing which is what I've been doing since 13, and according to you, I'll be 37 before I can even throw a decent punch, which I have to admit, after working on this speed bag for a month getting nowhere may be the God's simple truth. Other truth is, my
brother's in prison, my sister cheats on welfare by pretending one of her babies is still alive, my daddy's dead, and my momma weighs 312lbs. If I was thinking straight, I'd go back home, find a used trailer, buy a deep fryer and some oreos. Problem is, this the only thing I ever felt good doing. If I'm too old for this, then I got nothing. That enough truth to suit you?
Maggie Fitzgerald: I do have one favor to ask of you boss.
Frankie Dunn: Anything you want.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Remember what my daddy did for Axel?
Frankie Dunn: [long pause] Don't even think about that.
Maggie Fitzgerald: I can't be like this, Frankie. Not after what I've done. I've
seen the world. People chanted my name. Well, not my name... some damn name you gave me. But they were chanting for me. I was in magazines. You think I ever dreamed that'd happen? I was born two pounds, one-and-a-half ounces. Daddy used to tell me I'd fight my way into this world, and I'd fight my way out. That's all I wanna do, Frankie. I just don't wanna fight you to do it. I got what I needed.
I got it all. Don't let 'em keep taking it away from me. Don't let me lie here 'till I can't hear those people chanting no more.
[Eddie has his feet up on the desk]
Frankie Dunn: You got big holes in your socks.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Oh, they're not that big.
Frankie Dunn: Didn't I give you money for some new ones?
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: These are my sleeping socks. My feet like a little air at night.
Frankie
Dunn: How come you're wearing them in the daytime, then?
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: 'Cause my daytime socks got too many holes in them.
Maggie Fitzgerald: She's tough, I can't go inside, I can't get close enough to hit her.
Frankie Dunn: You know why that is?
Maggie Fitzgerald: Why?
Frankie Dunn: Cause she's a better fighter than you are, that's why. She's younger, she's stronger, and she's more experienced. Now, what are you gonna do about
it?
Maggie Fitzgerald: [Next round starts. Maggie knocks her out in few seconds]
British referee: Ten minutes, luv.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Man says he loves me.
Frankie Dunn: Well, he's probably not the first one to say that.
Maggie Fitzgerald: First since my daddy.
Frankie Dunn: Hm.
Maggie Fitzgerald: I win, you think he'll propose?
Frankie
Dunn: You win, *I'll* propose.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Momma, you take Mardell and JD and get home 'fore I tell that lawyer there that you were so worried about your welfare you never signed those house papers like you were supposed to. So anytime I feel like it I can sell that house from under your fat, lazy, hillbilly ass. And if you ever come back, that's exactly what I'll do.
Maggie Fitzgerald: I've got nobody but you, Frankie.
Frankie Dunn: Well, you've got me.
Father Horvak: What's confusing you this week?
Frankie Dunn: Oh, it's the same old "one God-three God" thing.
Father Horvak: Frankie, most people figure out by kindergarten it's about faith.
Frankie Dunn: Is it sort of like Snap Crackle and Pop, all rolled into one big box?
Father
Horvak: You're standing outside my church, comparing God to Rice Krispies?
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: The body knows what fighters don't: how to protect itself. A neck can only twist so far. Twist it just a hair more and the body says, "Hey, I'll take it from here because you obviously don't know what you're doing... Lie down now, rest, and we'll talk about this when you regain your senses." It's called the knockout mechanism.
Frankie Dunn: Hit the bag.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Like this?
[she hits the speed bag]
Frankie Dunn: Stop.
Maggie Fitzgerald: What'd I do wrong?
Frankie Dunn: Okay, you did two things wrong, one is you asked a question and two is you asked another question.
Maggie Fitzgerald: I saw your last fight, Shawrelle. Spent so much time face down I thought the canvas had titties.
Maggie Fitzgerald: We're flying?
Frankie Dunn: Would you rather drive?
Maggie Fitzgerald: You're askin' me?
Frankie Dunn: Would you rather fly or would you rather drive?
Maggie Fitzgerald: So, I finally get to decide something?
Frankie Dunn: That's what I'm
saying.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Fine. Fly there, drive back.
Frankie Dunn: That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of. How the hell we gonna do that?
Maggie Fitzgerald: You said it was up to me.