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!
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!
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?
Rocky: Hey.
[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.
[Last lines; Adrian snuck inside the ring]
Rocky: Adrian! Adrian!
Adrian: Rocky!
Rocky: Adrian!
Adrian: Rocky!
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!
[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...
[spits]
Paulie: - that's what I think of Gazzo! Now you're 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!
Bodyguard: Did ya get the license number?
Rocky: Of what?
Bodyguard: The truck that run over your face.