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| - | Yo! I'm Rocky Balboa, and I'm boxing Champion!
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| - | It's blind instinct.
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| - | But now it is Creed coming back with the left hand!
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| - | What's keeping these two guys up? A tremendous closing moment!
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| - | Here comes Balboa back, but the champion's back with another left.
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| - | A right hand! It's Creed. Now it's Balboa! Now it's Creed.
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| - | A tremendous left by Rocky. They're dead in the centre, toe to toe!
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| - | One!
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| - | Two!
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| - | Creed will retain the title. If neither gets up, Creed will win the title.
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| - | - Four! - Get up, my man.
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| - | God!
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| - | Six.
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| - | Each fighter is trying to beat the count!
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| - | Get up there!
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| - | Eight!
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| - | - Nine! - The champ is down.
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| - | Ten!
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| - | He's done it at the last second!
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| - | He made it! Rocky Balboa has shocked the world!
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| - | He is the new heavyweight champion of the world!
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| - | Ladies and gentlemen,
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| - | in a stunning upset, scoring a win by knockout,
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| - | the new heavyweight champion of the world,
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| - | Rocky Balboa!
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| - | Excuse me. Excuse me.
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| - | I just wanna say one thing - to my wife, who's home.
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| - | Yo, Adrian. I did it!
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| - | I love you. I love you.
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| - | Risin' up, back on the street
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| - | Did my time, took my chances
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| - | Went the distance Now I'm back on my feet
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| - | Just a man and his will to survive
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| - | So many times, it happens too fast
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| - | You change your passion for glory
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| - | Don't lose your grip On the dreams of the past
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| - | You must fightjust to keep them alive
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| - | It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight
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| - | Risin' up to the challenge ofour rival
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| - | And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night
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| - | And he's watching us all with the eye
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| - | Of the tiger
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| - | Face to face, out in the heat
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| - | Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
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| - | They stack the odds Still we take to the street
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| - | For the kill, with the skill to survive
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| - | It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight
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| - | Risin' up to the challenge ofour rival
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| - | And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night
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| - | And he's watching us all with the eye
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| - | Of the tiger
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| - | Risin' up, straight to the top
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| - | Had the guts, got the glory
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| - | Went the distance Now I'm not gonna stop
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| - | Just a man and his will to survive
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| - | It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight
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| - | Risin' up to the challenge ofour rival
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| - | And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night
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| - | And he's watching us all with the eye
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| - | Of the tiger
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| - | The eye of the tiger
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| - | The eye of the tiger
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| - | I want Balboa. I want Balboa.
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| - | You hear that, old man? You tell Balboa. Nobody can beat me. Tell him what I said.
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| - | And he's next. I'm gonna kill him. Nobody can stop me.
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| - | You tell Balboa that. I'm comin' after him.
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| - | I want a shot at the title ifBalboa's got the guts to meet me in the ring.
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| - | My whole life's been directed towards this title.
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| - | I live alone. I train alone. I'll win the title alone. I want him.
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| - | He can't duck me forever. He can run, but he can't hide.
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| - | Another southpaw, champion Rocky Balboa,
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| - | isn't worried about much these days.
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| - | He's defended his title for the tenth time
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| - | and will face the world heavyweight wrestling champion in a charity benefit,
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| - | with all the proceeds to go to a local youth foundation.
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| - | I'll have to give him credit. Mr Balboa stays busy. He's a true sportsman.
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| - | It looks like the no. contender, Clubber Lang, will have to play the waiting game.
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| - | But that should be a great match-up.
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| - | Paulie, take it easy, OK?
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| - | Hey, you goin'?
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| - | Hey, don't forget to give Rocky my best, huh?
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| - | You know, I've been comin' here years.
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| - | How 'bout you give me, Paulie, your best once?
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| - | Take it easy, Paulie.
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| - | Hey, Paulie, you heard me?
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| - | When you see the Rock, tell him the boys all said "Hey"!
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| - | Paulie.
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| - | You wanna hear I owe ya? You, I owe nothin'.
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| - | Nah, you don't owe me nothin'.
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| - | So, what do ya want I should do?
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| - | - My sister ain't here? - She's home.
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| - | Me and her were tight until you come in.
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| - | I raised her. She don't come down.
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| - | She don't know about this.
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| - | You and her can go to hell, you know that?
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| - | Watch your mouth, Paulie.
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| - | You gonna whack me? I don't sweat you. Come on.
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| - | Come on, Paul. Screw your head on right.
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| - | Nah, your freakin' head is the one on wrong.
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| - | - Yeah? What did I do? - What'd ya do? Nothin'.
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| - | For yourself? Oh, nice! You fixed your face up handsome. Nice clothes.
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| - | What'd ya do for Paulie? Three years - did ya get me a job?
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| - | Look at this! You gave me a lousy stinkin' Ex-Lax watch. This!
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| - | - Paulie... - What? What?
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| - | That's right. No, leave it down!
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| - | It never kept good time anyway.
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| - | You forget when you were a punk and those guys used to laugh at you.
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| - | - Who used to whack them bums out? - They laughed at both of us.
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| - | No-one laughed at me.
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| - | Tell me. Who fixed you up with your first woman? Me, Paulie!
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| - | - She was pregnant. - So what? You was no prize either.
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| - | You know, I always give ya. I give ya.
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| - | What do you do? You buy a new house. You move Mick in.
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| - | Did you ask me? ls there somethin' the matter with me?
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| - | I got feelings. This ain't cardboard.
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| - | Everybody's got 'em, Paulie.
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| - | - The hell with everybody. - Maybe it's the hell with you.
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| - | - I don't wanna listen to this crap. - You talk like everyone owes you a living.
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| - | Nobody owes nobody nothin'. You owe yourself.
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| - | - You're wrong! Friends owe. - No! Friends do because they wanna do.
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| - | Shut your freakin' mouth. You keep me down.
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| - | Down? You're like a crazy brother to me. You really are.
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| - | So I wanna tell you somethin'. This is comin' straight from the heart.
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| - | You ain't down. And you ain't a loser.
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| - | You're just a jealous, lazy bum.
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| - | OK. I'm gonna break your mouth.
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| - | I'm gonna bust your mouth up!
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| - | Can I have a job?
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| - | All you had to do was ask.
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| - | - You punch pretty good. - Think so?
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| - | Oh, superb!
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| - | - It cost a lot, huh? - Yeah, a few bucks.
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| - | Got an extra one?
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| - | - Any trouble with Paulie tonight? - Nah, nothin' unusual.
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| - | Are you really gonna fight that wrestler?
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| - | That's all right. It'll be fun.
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| - | Mind if I serenade you awhile?
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| - | Doo doo doo-doo... Come on, it's your part.
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| - | - What are you doing? - Come on, you can do it.
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| - | Doo doo doo-doo
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| - | - Come on. You're gonna wake the baby. - Adrian, let's do a duet.
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| - | Doo doo doo-doo
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| - | - Doe doe doe-doe... - No, no.
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| - | That's good, but it's not "doe doe". It's doo doo doo-doo.
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| - | - Doo doo doe-doo... - That's good, darlin'.
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| - | - I been told - Doo doo doo-doo...
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| - | - By people, and they all - Doo doo doo-doo...
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| - | They said to take you back Take you back like before
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| - | What's the matter?
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| - | I don't know any more of the composition.
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| - | - Maybe we're lucky. - Yeah, maybe we're very lucky.
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| - | - Doo doo doo-doo... - Hm hm mm-mm
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| - | Howdy, sports fans. This is Dennis James with Jim Healy down here at ringside.
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| - | Tonight we have a most unlikely match, the boxer against the wrestler,
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| - | with all the proceeds going to charity.
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| - | What do you think about a boxer against a wrestler?
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| - | You know the theory. Once the wrestler grabs the boxer, that's all she wrote.
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| - | What the hell goes on inside your head? Anything normal functions?
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| - | - Yeah, there's a few. - I don't think so.
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| - | To fight a creature like this, you gotta have lb of brain damage.
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| - | I seen wrestlers that was bigger than dinosaurs. You ever fight a dinosaur?
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| - | - No, not lately. - They can cause a variety of damage.
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| - | The wrestling champion of the world is here,
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| - | and he is quite a sight, all decked out in red.
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| - | - Why are they carryin' him? - He's walkin'.
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| - | I'm comin' after you, Balboa.
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| - | - Let's call it off. - Aw, come on. It's for charity.
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| - | You're wearin' your anatomy out. Nobody else does this much for charity.
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| - | - Bob Hope would. - That's true.
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| - | Rocky, you better call Bob Hope.
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| - | To all my love slaves out there,
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| - | Thunderlips is here in the flesh, baby.
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| - | Oh, my God.
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| - | The Ultimate Male, versus the ultimate meatball.
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| - | Boy, he is a monster! How much would you take
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| - | - even to get in the ring with him? - Would you like to start at Fort Knox?
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| - | In the white corner, an incredible sight.
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| - | Standing nearly seven feet,
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| - | weighing lb,...
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| - | - Large, ain't he? - ..the undisputed wrestling champion...
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| - | That's the biggest arm in the world!
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| - | A man who calls himself the ultimate object of desire,
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| - | the mountain of molten lust,
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| - | the one, the only - Thunderlips!
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| - | You're all trash! You're all trash! You're all trash!
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| - | The slugger from Philadelphia...
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| - | You better shut up.
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| - | I'll break him in half!
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| - | - How much do you think he eats? - About lb.
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| - | Weighing lb,
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| - | the reigning heavyweight champion of the world, Rocky Balboa.
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| - | - Come to the centre of the ring. - OK, come on, Mick.
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| - | All right, you guys. This is for fun, so take it easy and give 'em a good show.
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| - | Listen, after the match, how about we get a Polaroid together, OK?
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| - | You're in trouble, buster.
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| - | He got me mad! I'm gonna break him in half like this!
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| - | Lately, everybody wants to beat me up.
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| - | This is entertainment. Fun and games.
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| - | Stay awake, make faces. Move around the ring.
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| - | He is the ring.
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| - | I get nervous every time he does that.
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| - | Whoa! You move fast for a big guy.
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| - | Why don't we just move around? Give 'em a good show first.
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| - | I'll chase you, and you chase me. How's that? All right?
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| - | I'll go easy. Here you go. Is that OK?
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| - | Does that hurt? All right?
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| - | How's that? OK? Not bad, huh?
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| - | Come on, meatball.
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| - | Think it's all fake, meatball?
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| - | Thunderlips has gone absolutely berserk.
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| - | - Run for your life. - Life's tough, meatball!
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| - | Get up, boy. Come on, meatball. Get some of this right here.
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| - | Rocko, remember the neighbourhood!
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| - | Get out of his way!
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| - | No, no. I'm not yet - not for the meatball. I'm not throwing in yet, boy!
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| - | If I can't break your spirit, I sure enough can break your back.
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| - | - Is Daddy having fun? - Of course.
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| - | Somebody get me a hatchet.
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| - | - Holy smoke. - Here we go, baby! Nice drop, meatball.
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| - | Oh, my God. Balboa is really in pain.
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| - | No one can believe the superhuman strength of Thunderlips. I am the man!
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| - | - Stop him, will ya? - You want this punching bag?
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| - | - Adrian! - Rocky!
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| - | Catch me!
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| - | Incredible! Balboa wasjust heaved into the fifth row!
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| - | Now the fans are outraged too!
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| - | He's got me mad! I'm gonna drag him down like a dirty rag!
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| - | You weakling, Balboa.
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| - | Take it easy, take it easy.
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| - | - Mickey, you OK? - It's my heart.
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| - | The security guards are rushing in, trying to stop this slaughter.
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| - | - Teeth are flying all around. - Cut my gloves off.
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| - | Cut my gloves off!
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| - | The place is a zoo. This place has turned into a zoo!
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| - | You want me to get a doctor? You're sure?
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| - | The girls have gotten into it now. They're getting beat up.
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| - | - I'll be right back. - You're a maniac! Come back here!
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| - | - What are you doing? - Come back here!
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| - | - Come on! - Out of the way, worms! I'm comin' up.
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| - | Come on, come on!
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| - | All right, Thunderlips. Break it up!
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| - | No choking. No choking.
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| - | Paulie, don't!
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| - | I don't sweat you.
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| - | Hang on there, kid.
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| - | How d'you like it?
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| - | I don't need this.
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| - | Rocky hanging on like a bull terrier. Now he's going for the stranglehold.
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| - | Rocky! Rocky!
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| - | The body!
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| - | Knock his block off!
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| - | No-o-o-o!
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| - | It's unbelievable! Rocky actually did it!
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| - | The human skyscraper is out of the ring!
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| - | Right. That's it! Time is up.
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| - | Ladies and gentlemen, we have a draw.
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| - | Thank you for attending the annual charity match
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| - | between the ltalian Stallion, Rocky Balboa,
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| - | and Thunderlips, the Ultimate Male.
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| - | See you next year. Thank God.
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| - | - Are you all right? - Yeah, pretty good.
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| - | Good match.
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| - | - Why'd you get so crazy on me out there? - That's the name of the game.
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| - | While you're still calm, can we get that Polaroid together?
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| - | - Yeah, sure. - Adrian, come on over here.
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| - | - My wife Adrian, my kid... Thunderlips. - Ow! That hurt!
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| - | That's all right.
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| - | You know, sometimes charity really hurts.
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| - | And Pinocchio told a lie, you see, and his nose started growing real big.
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| - | - Why didn't his ears grow? - I don't know. I didn't write the story.
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| - | - Are you fighting again? - No, I don't plan on fighting today.
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| - | - Promise? - Promise. Definitely. I promise.
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| - | - Good, I like you here. - Yeah? I like being here.
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| - | Are you gettin' hungry? You want some breakfast?
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| - | - Some Wheaties? What are Wheaties? - Champions.
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| - | Breakfast of what? Champions!
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| - | The father bear says "Somebody's been sleepin' in my bed. "
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| - | The little bear said "Somebody's been sleepin' in my bed, and there she is."
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| - | He pulls back the covers, exposing her to the, you know, public. See?
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| - | Eat your cereal before it sinks.
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| - | - What happened to Goldilocks? - I'm not exactly sure.
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| - | - Busted for trespassing and got days. - That's real nice, Paulie.
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| - | Rocky. Rocky, the car is waiting.
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| - | - Go ahead. You guys better go. - Be a good boy now.
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| - | We'll have a fun time, me and the kid.
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| - | Mrs Stallion, you almost look pretty good.
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| - | Oh. Thank you, Paulie.
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| - | Don't give the kid any beer. And, Paulie, don't take him to the track.
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| - | - How you doin', Mick? - Pretty good.
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| - | Now we got a problem in the seventh.
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| - | Whatever happened to them quiet, tender moments?
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| - | Thank you. Thank you, one and all.
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| - | Every once in a while, a person comes along who defies the odds,
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| - | who defies logic and fulfils an incredible dream.
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| - | On behalf of all the citizens of Philadelphia
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| - | and those touched by your accomplishments
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| - | and your untiring participation in this city's many charity functions,
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| - | it is with great honour that we present this memorial,
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| - | which will stand always as a celebration to the indomitable spirit of man.
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| - | Philadelphia salutes its favourite son, Rocky Balboa!
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| - | - It's beautiful. - Definitely a thing of beauty.
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| - | Rocky! Rocky!
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| - | Thank you.
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| - | Thank you very much.
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| - | I don't know, what... what do you say to something like this?
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| - | About three years ago,
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| - | this city really took me inside, you know?
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| - | And I wanna thank you very much for that. I really do.
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| - | And I been thinking... I wasn't gonna bring this up, but I might as well now.
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| - | I would never do anything to hurt this sport
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| - | that has been so really good to me.
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| - | I been talkin' it over with my wife and my manager.
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| - | We think that...
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| - | It's really hard to do this. I feel like...
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| - | I'm thinkin' maybe it's time that I should
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| - | step down maybe and retire.
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| - | Gettin' out while you can? Don't give this sucker no statue. Give him guts!
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| - | I told you I wasn't goin' away. You got your shot. Now gimme mine.
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| - | - Why don't you get the hell outta there? - Shut up, old man!
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| - | Tell these folks why you've ducked me.
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| - | Politics, man! This country wants to keep me down.
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| - | They don't want a man like me to have the title because I'm not a puppet like you.
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| - | - You know, you've got a big mouth. - Why don't you close it, Balboa?
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| - | - Any time. - The guy's crazy. Don't listen to him.
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| - | The little man don't wanna come to me, so I'll lay out the truth.
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| - | I am ranked number one. One! That means I'm the best.
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| - | But this bum takes the easy matches, fights other bums.
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| - | I'm tellin' you and everybody here. I'll fight him anywhere, any time, for nothin'.
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| - | But you people ain't gonna see that, cos he's gonna retire.
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| - | You see, he don't fight no real man. He fight them set-ups.
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| - | - What? - You're a disgrace to this sport.
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| - | Shut up, old man! You don't know where I came from.
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| - | Balboa, your family doin' real nice. You call yourself a fighter, prove it.
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| - | Give me the same chance. The way you been duckin' is a disgrace.
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| - | If he ain't no coward, why don't he fight me?
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| - | - I can't listen to this... - I don't care what you're ranked.
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| - | - You don't get no shot, and I mean that! - What are you doin'? I wanna fight him.
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| - | Well, you got him. But you fight him without me.
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| - | - What are you sayin'? - It's finished. I don't want no more of this.
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| - | I don't want no more of it. You understand? None of it!
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| - | It's over with!
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| - | Hey, woman! Hey, woman. Listen here.
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| - | Since your old man ain't got no heart, maybe you wanna see a real man?
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| - | I bet you stay up every night dreaming you had a real man, huh?
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| - | Bring your pretty little self over to my apartment and I'll show you a real man.
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| - | You want it, you got it! You got it, man!
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| - | I'll see you in the ring! You got it!
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| - | Rocky, don't! Come on. Rocky, please. Let's go talk.
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| - | OK, Adrian.
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| - | Rocky! Let's talk.
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| - | Why'd you leave? Why'd you walk away like that?
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| - | Life's too short, kid.
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| - | - Where you goin'? - I'm goin' on a permanent vacation.
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| - | What do you mean? We got one more fight.
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| - | No, no. Not "we". You.
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| - | Why are you doin' this?
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| - | - I said, why you doin' this? - Because you can't win, Rock.
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| - | This guy'll kill you to death inside of three rounds.
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| - | - You're crazy. - What else is new?
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| - | - He's just another fighter. - No, he ain't.
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| - | This guy is a wreckin' machine.
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| - | And he's hungry. You ain't been hungry since you won that belt.
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| - | - What? I had ten title defences. - That was easy.
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| - | - What do you mean, easy? - They was hand-picked!
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| - | - Set-ups? - No, they weren't set-ups!
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| - | They was good fighters. But they wasn't killers, like this guy.
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| - | He'll knock ya into tomorrow, Rock.
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| - | Jeez, Mick.
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| - | Why'd you do it?
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| - | Because the beating that you got from Apollo shoulda killed you, kid. It didn't.
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| - | It was my job to keep you winning, and to keep you healthy.
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| - | You really don't think I got nothin' left, do you?
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| - | Well, Rock, let's... Iet's put it this way.
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| - | Now, three years ago, you was supernatural.
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| - | You was... You was hard, and you was nasty
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| - | and you had this cast-iron jaw.
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| - | But then, the worst thing happened to you that could happen to any fighter.
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| - | You got civilised.
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| - | But don't worry, kid.
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| - | You know, presidents retire, generals retire, horses retire.
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| - | Man o' War retired. They put him out to stud.
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| - | That's what you shoulda done - retire.
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| - | I can't retire knowin' all this, Mick.
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| - | - Aw, don't push it. - You been carrying me.
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| - | - We don't need it. - You been carrying me, though.
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| - | I haven't been carryin' you, I've been protectin' ya.
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| - | No, I want this fight. Just one more.
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| - | - No, we don't need it. - I'll live in the gym.
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| - | - We don't need it. - Mick, I do.
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| - | - I'm askin' you to train me one last time. - No, no. I can't.
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| - | If you don't,
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| - | I'm gonna tell everybody you ain't bought new underwear in ten years.
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| - | - You would, wouldn't ya? - Yeah. Absolutely.
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| - | No, no.
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| - | Come on.
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| - | One more time - it's over. It's a deal?
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| - | - Go on, go on. - It's your head, kid. It's your head.
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| - | Yeah, it is. Thanks, man.
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| - | Pushin', gettin' ready for the fight
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| - | Pushin', every day and night
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| - | Pushin', gettin' ready for the fight
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| - | Pushin', every day and night
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| - | Pushin', gettin' ready for the fight...
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| - | Rocky robes here! Get your Rocky robes here!
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| - | Rocky robes, hot off the truck! Clean stuff. Get your robes!
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| - | On the night of the fight
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| - | I will survive
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| - | There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
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| - | On the night of the fight
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| - | It's just you and I
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| - | There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide...
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| - | Collectors' item! Get your buttons here!
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| - | You can't stand toe to toe with this guy or he'll deposit you up on Mars.
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| - | He's too tough. He's too strong.
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| - | Listen, how the hell can we train in this creep joint here?
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| - | This is kind of a house of ill repute, or somethin', is it?
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| - | - Why did you rent this joint? - Aw, come on. Let's go out in style.
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| - | You wanna go out in style, go out in one piece.
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| - | Now, come on, let's get outta here, back to the old gym.
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| - | Let's get some blood and sweat and tears around here.
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| - | - Can we do that? - Hey, will you just relax and enjoy it, OK?
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| - | They love it, Mick.
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| - | Go on, fight. Fight now, go ahead. Fight it, fight it.
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| - | Get rough. Get tough. Get brutal. That's it.
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| - | Excuse me. Can I get a kiss?
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| - | - Yeah, sure. - Get outta here, will ya?
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| - | This is like fightin' in a zoo.
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| - | Is that the way you train for Clubber? He ain't gonna kiss ya. He's gonna kill ya.
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| - | Get outta here!
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| - | - Hey, Rock. How about a picture? - Yeah, sure.
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| - | This'll tell us a story. That's it, side to side.
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| - | Side to side, Rock.
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| - | Shut up back there, can't you? Change your tune.
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| - | That's it. Pull front punches. That's it, kid. You're a deadly weapon.
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| - | Time! Time, time, time. Quit it.
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| - | You're OK. Come on.
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| - | Put this on before you catch pneumonia. I'll give you a rubdown too.
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| - | Listen, I don't like to hear much of what comes out of people's mouths,
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| - | and I don't like soft-talkin' moments.
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| - | - That's for sure. - But I just wanna tell ya one thing.
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| - | - That I'm proud of ya. - Well, thanks a lot.
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| - | That's all right, kid. Let's get outta here.
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| - | Hey, Mick. What do you think we're gonna do when it's all over?
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| - | I don't know. Maybe join up with a circus.
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| - | Yeah, maybe.
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| - | All right, let's get out.
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| - | Good evening. With Bill Baldwin, I'm Stu Nahan.
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| - | Welcome to this heavyweight title fight, which may be the most memorable of all.
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| - | Tonight is the champion's final and perhaps most difficult defence.
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| - | - Rocky, are you in your best shape? - Absolutely. I feel real good.
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| - | He's a deadly weapon. He's one of a kind and he's gonna do it.
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| - | - Clubber, are you as fast as Balboa? - No talkin'. I do my talkin' in the ring.
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| - | I told you, you better get outta here. I wanna be alone.
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| - | - Will you retire after this fight? - Yeah. This is the last one for sure.
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| - | This is definitely the last one.
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| - | You're parasites and leeches. Get outta here.
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| - | What will you do after tonight?
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| - | I'm not sure.
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| - | - Maybe join the circus. Huh, Mick? - Yeah, have some fun.
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| - | - Come on, take your robe off. - Take off your robe!
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| - | I told you to get outta my face!
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| - | With us is the former heavyweight champion of the world, Apollo Creed.
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| - | Do you have any predictions on this fight? How do you see it going?
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| - | Strength would have to go to the challenger,
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| - | while experience and the world's hardest head would have to go to Balboa.
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| - | Remember, Rock, don't trade with this guy. Take your time. Wear him down.
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| - | But don't stand toe to toe. This punk's never been rounds before.
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| - | - Take him good. - OK. I will.
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| - | - I predict the champ's gonna take it. - Do you really think he can hit that hard?
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| - | Why do you think I'm here with you?
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| - | Hey, sucker! You're finished! You're through! You're washed up!
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| - | - I'm the baddest in the world! - Not to me.
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| - | What you say, paper champion? I'm gonna beat you like a dog.
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| - | Get that ape back in the ring.
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| - | - You made me wait too long! You'll pay! - Come on, mouth.
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| - | Get him outta there!
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| - | Do you know who I am? I'm the man!
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| - | - I'll get you, sucker! You're dead meat! - Let me go!
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| - | Rocky! Rocky!
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| - | - What's wrong? - It's his heart.
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| - | Get a doctor! Somebody get a doctor! Come on!
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| - | Get 'em outta here!
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| - | - Mick, will you sit on the table? - I'm all right.
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| - | Take a deep breath. Get those guys outta here! Move!
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| - | Paulie, tell 'em the fight's off. Go on. Go on!
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| - | The fight's not off. Are you outta your mind? The fight's on.
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| - | - Mick, we can't tonight. I ain't fightin'. - We're gonna fight.
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| - | Just let me get my breath. Is that against the rules?
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| - | - Will you please get a doctor? - He's on his way.
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| - | Mick, I can't go out and fight like this.
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| - | Get outta there. Get goin', will ya? Take him. Take him good - get it over with.
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| - | Adrian, what am I supposed to do?
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| - | What do ya mean? After all these years together, you don't know what to do?
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| - | You oughta be ashamed of yourself. Now get out there and do it.
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| - | Do it.
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| - | Do it.
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| - | - You're the best. - OK. OK.
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| - | Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
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| - | Oh, my God.
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| - | Adrian, take care of him. Take care of him.
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| - | Ladies and gentlemen,
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| - | welcome to the heavyweight championship of the world.
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| - | And fans, with us tonight, truly one of the fistic greats.
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| - | He's coming up from ringside, the Master of Disaster, the King of Sting,
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| - | the one and only Apollo Creed.
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| - | There's the former heavyweight champion, Apollo Creed.
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| - | He looks like $ million.
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| - | Get outta my face! I don't need no has-been messin' in my corner.
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| - | Get that bad look off your face before I knock it off!
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| - | Come on. Wanna jump me? Jump! Come on. Come on, Creed.
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| - | Come on. Yeah, come on.
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| - | Yeah. Just like a chicken. You better run.
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| - | Give everybody a present and drop this chump, all right? Good luck to you, man.
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| - | All right, fans, here we go. On my left, out of the blue corner,
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| - | hailing from Chicago, weighing in at an even lb,
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| - | the world's no. challenger,...
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| - | - Wonder how Mick's doin'. - ..Clubber Lang.
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| - | I'm the best! I'm the best!
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| - | You and Clubber exchanged words. Any comment?
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| - | No comment.
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| - | His opponent in the opposite corner, really needing no introduction,
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| - | he weighs in at a trim lb.
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| - | The pride of Philadelphia, the ltalian Stallion,
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| - | and the reigning heavyweight champion of the world, Rocky Balboa.
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| - | Listen to this crowd.
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| - | Now to give instructions in the middle of the ring, your referee, Marty Denkin.
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| - | Clubber, Rocky. I want a good, clean fight.
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| - | When I tell you to break, step back and break.
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| - | Now go back to the corner and come out fighting at the bell.
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| - | Dead meat.
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| - | This is not gonna be a fight of finesse.
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| - | These are two guys that really throw punches.
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| - | - The chump is scared. - Yeah. Tear him up, champ.
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| - | He's scared. See the look in his eyes?
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| - | I'm no trainer. Just go out and kill the guy. Kill him, Rock.
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| - | He's scared.
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| - | I'm the new champion! I'm the new champ as of tonight.
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| - | ..ltalian Stallion, a rugged champion, in the final fight of his colourful career.
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| - | Here we go. Oh boy, the champion came out swinging.
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| - | Balboa's off to an incredible start, determined to destroy the challenger.
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| - | Move him back! Move him back!
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| - | Defence.
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| - | They're goin' at each other.
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| - | You got him.
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| - | Double up! Double up!
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| - | Come on! Come on now, boy! Come on.
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| - | The challenger is hitting him with everything he's got.
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| - | Come on, Balboa. Make me weak!
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| - | Come on, Balboa. Come on, weakling.
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| - | Clubber away. Trying to get him to his corner.
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| - | Grab him, Paulie.
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| - | - Where's Mick? Where's Mick? - He's OK.
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| - | I need him.
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| - | He ain't nothin'! I told you he ain't nothin'.
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| - | - He's too strong. - Don't talk like that, Rock.
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| - | I'm gonna smoke him. I'm gonna smoke him.
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| - | I can't keep him off.
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| - | He's mine! I'm gonna get him!
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| - | I'm losin' it, Paulie.
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| - | - What have you got? - over .
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| - | All right, let's start CPR.
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| - | - Rock, you can do it. - I'll try.
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| - | Round two. Rocky appears to be staggering.
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| - | - Yeah, I'll get him. - Out of the corner, here comes Clubber!
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| - | Come on, Balboa, come on. Give it to me.
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| - | Move on the inside.
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| - | The champion is nearly helpless. Gosh, what a beating he's taking.
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| - | Don't stand toe to toe with him.
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| - | - Man, get up. - Get up! Get up!
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| - | I told you I'm gonna get you. Come on, get up!
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| - | Seven, eight, nine,
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| - | ten. You're out.
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| - | The champion is finished in the second round!
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| - | It's unbelievable. Incredible upset.
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| - | Balboa, in the corner, is out on his feet, out of the fight.
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| - | We have the time.
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| - | The winner by knockout, the new heavyweight champion of the world,
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| - | Clubber Lang!
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| - | I told you! I told you I'd do it!
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| - | I'm the new champion of the world!
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| - | Come on, get outta here!
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| - | - What happened? - I'm all right. How's Mick?
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| - | He wouldn't go to the hospital.
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| - | Mr Balboa, we must get him to hospital immediately.
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| - | OK.
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| - | - Mick? - What?
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| - | - Mick? - Wh... what? Wh-wh-what?
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| - | - Is it over? - Yeah. Yeah, it's all over.
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| - | Hey, listen. What happened?
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| - | It was a knockout.
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| - | - What round? What round? - Second round.
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| - | Yeah, I knew it. That's good.
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| - | - We did it, huh? - We did it. We did it.
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| - | You don't have to worry about nothin' no more. Everything's gonna be OK, Mick.
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| - | - Yeah. Rocky, we did it. - You gotta get to hospital.
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| - | You ain't as young as you used to be, OK?
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| - | You know what?
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| - | We did everything right. I did everything right?
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| - | Listen, you done everything right.
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| - | Listen, we got more to do. Mick, whatever you wanna do, we'll do it, OK?
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| - | I love ya, kid. I love ya.
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| - | Mick.
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| - | It hurts me.
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| - | Mick?
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| - | Mick!
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| - | Mick!
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| - | Mick... Christ.
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| - | Don't go away. Please don't.
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| - | We got more to do... We got more to do. We got...
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| - | Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.
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| - | This concludes our service.
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| - | That's not the way to do it.
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| - | Who's that?
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| - | Why don't you hit it straight? Step into it.
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| - | - Apollo? - Right.
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| - | I waited at your house for an hour. Your wife said you might be here.
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| - | - What are you doin' here? - Business.
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| - | If the papers knew we were talkin' like this, they'd think we was crazy. Why you?
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| - | Cos I'm the best and you need somebody to teach you different.
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| - | - Why? - You can't pull it off without me.
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| - | You still didn't give me the answer. What's the real reason?
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| - | Listen. It's quiet, isn't it?
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| - | When you retire, it's too quiet.
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| - | We too young to retire, anyway.
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| - | Besides, I could promote this thing into the biggest gate ever. Bigger than ours.
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| - | Heaven knows, I don't mind being involved with large numbers, right?
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| - | I don't need this no more. I... I don't want this no more.
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| - | Look, man. When you beat me,
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| - | I hurt all over. I didn't wanna know from nobody, not even my kids.
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| - | Every fighter knows that hurt.
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| - | We get sick inside trying to live with it, so don't back off now.
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| - | Make it right for yourself or you'll be sorry you didn't.
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| - | We held the greatest title in the whole world, babe.
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| - | You lost that fight for all the wrong reasons. You lost your edge.
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| - | All right. I know your manager dying had you all messed up inside.
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| - | But the truth is you didn't look hungry.
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| - | Now when we fought,
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| - | you had that eye of the tiger, man, the edge.
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| - | Now you gotta get it back, and the way to do it is to go back to the beginning.
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| - | Maybe we could win it back together.
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| - | Eye of the tiger, man.
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| - | Why'd you have to come here?
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| - | I have the plan. Get back, man.
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| - | You got me curious.
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| - | You got me curious, Rock.
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| - | Clubber, do you accept the challenge for a rematch with Balboa?
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| - | I reject the challenge because Balboa is no challenge.
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| - | But I'd be happy to beat up on him some more. I always said he was nothin'.
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| - | I can't wait to see this bum fall.
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| - | What do you think ofhim being trained byApollo Creed?
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| - | Apollo who? That old fool Apollo Creed?
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| - | - Shucks. One has-been... - Just keep talkin', pal.
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| - | Been runnin' offat the mouth. When I see him, I'm gonna close it.
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| - | - When will the match take place? - The sooner, the better.
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| - | I'm the champion of the world. I can't be beat and I won't be beat.
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| - | This time I'll train harder. There won't be no quick knockdowns.
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| - | I'm gonna torture him. I'm gonna crucify him - real bad.
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| - | Hard words from a hard man.
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| - | The odds against Balboa making a comeback at are very long indeed.
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| - | Can he do it? Most experts doubt it.
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| - | Balboa was a fine champion, but his time has passed. I wish him luck.
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| - | - Don't listen to it, Rocky. - No, do listen to it, Rock.
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| - | When this is over, a lot of folks are gonna owe you an engraved apology.
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| - | - And you're gonna owe me a big favour. - What favour?
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| - | When it's over. Hm?
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| - | Rocko, come on! We're gonna be late at the airport. Let's go!
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| - | - Think we forgot anything? - I think we have it all.
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| - | - Maybe another sweater. - No. California's not that cold, is it?
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| - | OK, listen. I want you to be a good boy, OK?
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| - | - Don't give anybody a hard time. - OK.
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| - | Gimme a kiss.
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| - | - We'll call when we land. - Yeah, we'll call.
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| - | I been told by
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| - | Some people, and they all
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| - | Say to take you back
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| - | Take you back like before
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| - | I don't call that a reason
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| - | ljust call it believin' in myself
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| - | Believin' in myself
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| - | - What the hell are we doin' in LA? - This is where I started.
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| - | - So? - So this is where he's startin'.
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| - | This place is disgusting. Let's stay at your place.
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| - | You're missin' the point. Let's check in and get over to the gym.
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| - | Rock, we don't need this. It's below your standards.
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| - | We gotta give it a try, Paulie. Come on, Adrian.
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| - | I don't call that a reason
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| - | I don't even have a gun.
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| - | ljust call it believin' in myself
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| - | Believin' in myself...
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| - | Fun is fun. I like those kind of things, but this, I don't like.
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| - | Look at this place. Rats even have more pride than to be caught dead here.
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| - | I mean, look at the dump. I just don't like it.
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| - | - Think of Adrian's health. - I'm fine, Paulie.
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| - | Check this out.
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| - | Yeah. Yeah...
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| - | - This is where I started. - That's your problem.
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| - | Rocko, let's leave before they leave us for dead.
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| - | Yeah. You see that look in their eyes, Rock?
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| - | When we fought, I trained hard but I didn't have that look.
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| - | You had it and you won.
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| - | Gotta get that look back, Rock.
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| - | Eye of the tiger, man. Eye of the tiger. Come on.
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| - | Come on, let's go.
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| - | Look at this place. No class in here.
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| - | - Is he always so cheerful? - I don't sweat you.
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| - | - Hey, Paulie. Don't get mentally irregular. - It's a free country.
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| - | - Just don't get irregular. - I don't need no philosophy lesson.
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| - | - It takes six years to get to know him. - I ain't got six years.
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| - | Come on, Paulie, just relax. Come on.
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| - | We're on business.
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| - | - Hey! Hey, champ! - Hey, Duke, my man!
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| - | - Hey, everything's set up. - Good. I know you know this man.
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| - | Yeah. It's gonna be good workin' with you and not against you.
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| - | - How you feel? - Pretty good, thanks.
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| - | We've been livin' modern. Now we're gonna train old.
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| - | I'm goin' over here to talk to the guys.
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| - | Hey! The champ is home.
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| - | - We gotta leave. I got a reputation. - What do you mean, reputation?
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| - | - You heard. I don't like these people. - You don't like 'em?
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| - | Well, maybe they don't like you either, Paulie.
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| - | What'd I do to them?
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| - | And they call me punchy.
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| - | - Stallion. Come over and meet the fellas. - I'll be right back.
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| - | How you doin', guys?
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| - | That's it, that's it. Come on, on the toes. On the toes!
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| - | On the toes. On the toes. On the toes.
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| - | Come on, Rock.
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| - | - He ain't too graceful. - That's why we're here, Paulie.
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| - | Waste of time. He's got heavy feet.
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| - | Get on the balls of your feet. Come on, relax, Rock.
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| - | - Come on, get those feet outta concrete. - It'll take time but it'll come.
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| - | He can't train to the jungle junk music.
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| - | Come on, relax, Rock. On the balls of your feet. Find the rhythm.
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| - | We'll start a new dance called the crawl.
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| - | You can't train him like a coloured fighter. He ain't got no rhythm.
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| - | Come on.
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| - | - How stupid do I look! - You look great.
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| - | Everything we do works out the jab. Good.
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| - | - Can he swim? - With a name like Rock?
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| - | No time to waste. Let's go! Another lap. Move it.
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| - | - Another lap. - He ain't no tuna. We belong in the gym.
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| - | He's usin' muscles he never knew he had.
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| - | Come on, Rock. Stretch now. Move it, Rock. Move it.
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| - | Nobody can change that much. He's a bruiser. He ain't no boxer.
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| - | You keep tellin' him that and he'll be nothin'.
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| - | Another lap. Come on now! Move it. Move it!
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| - | Come on. Move it, Rock. Come on! Let's go. Let's go.
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| - | That's it, stretch it out.
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| - | That's it. You gotta pull. Hard, now. Hard.
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| - | Shut up, ya Sterno bums! I'll squash ya.
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| - | There's decent people tryin' to sleep!
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| - | Shut up, you honky scum bastard mother!
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| - | Who needs this sick place? I don't.
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| - | No class.
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| - | Damn, that Clubber's strong.
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| - | rounds is a long time.
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| - | We gotta put him away early.
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| - | I figure with the pace we gotta set, Rock can last maybe seven or eight rounds.
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| - | Then we'll be out of steam, man.
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| - | We got to put him away early.
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| - | At least the water's hot.
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| - | Well, we never really had a honeymoon.
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| - | It's not so bad.
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| - | You've been in worse places.
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| - | Rocky's in trouble in round two.
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| - | He takes a right. He's been cut! Rocky's been cut!
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| - | Come on, Rock. Come on, now.
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| - | Let's go. You gotta get tougher.
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| - | Think smooth. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
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| - | On your toes, Rock. On your toes. On your toes!
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| - | Push yourself, Rock! Concentrate.
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| - | Let's move it, Rock. Move it now. Come on!
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| - | Have fun with it.
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| - | That's it. Easy, easy, easy.
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| - | Don't push it. Let it come.
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| - | It'll come. It just takes time, baby.
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| - | Move your head, move your head. Up and down.
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| - | Come on, come on.
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| - | In and out. Inside. Inside. Inside, baby.
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| - | - Side to side. Move your head. - Watch him. He's got two hands, right?
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| - | Damn, man! What the hell are you doin'? This guy will knock you on your ass!
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| - | Come on, Rock, it's not a game.
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| - | You wanna live in a hospital for five weeks this time?
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| - | - You thought I was tough. He'll kill ya! - All right.
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| - | Come on. Get your head on your shoulders, man. Think about the fight.
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| - | Clubber Lang's in here. He's tryin' to hurt you, Rock.
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| - | Here it comes. Jab! He's jabbin'.
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| - | He's tryin' to hurt you. You gotta fight him. You gotta move.
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| - | He's up against the ropes. He can't get out of the corner!
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| - | He's hookin'! He's hookin'! He's hookin'!
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| - | Damn, Rock! Come on!
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| - | - What's the matter with you? - Tomorrow. We'll do it tomorrow.
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| - | There is no tomorrow!
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| - | There is no tomorrow!
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| - | There is no tomorrow!
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| - | There's one thing you gotta remember. We gotta get some speed.
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| - | You gotta get some flexibility. You gotta get some quickness. Understand?
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| - | Quickness, endurance. That's all we gotta concern ourselves with, Rock.
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| - | Mickey never had me do this.
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| - | Yeah. OK, here we go.
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| - | Ready.
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| - | Set... Go!
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| - | Come on. Come on.
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| - | Come on.
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| - | You can't win, Rock.
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| - | You ain't been hungry since you won that belt.
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| - | He'll knock ya into tomorrow!
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| - | What's the matter?
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| - | It's over. It's all over.
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| - | What's the matter with you?
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| - | Can I talk to you?
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| - | I wanna ask you something important, and I want you to tell me the truth.
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| - | - What? - Why'd you come here?
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| - | I just don't want it no more.
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| - | - If it's over cos you want it to be, I'm glad. - I do.
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| - | It's just, you've never quit anything since I've known you.
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| - | I don't know what you want me to say. I mean, what happened?
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| - | How did everything that was so good get so bad?
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| - | What's so bad? Tell me. What?
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| - | I wrecked everything by not thinking for myself.
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| - | Why couldn't Mickey tell me where it was really at from the start?
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| - | He didn't have to carry me and lie and make me think I was better than I was.
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| - | - He never lied. - Those fights weren't right.
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| - | I never fought anybody in their prime.
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| - | There was always some angle to keep the title longer than I shoulda had it.
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| - | Do you understand?
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| - | You've gotta understand, he loved you! That was his job, protecting you.
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| - | Protectin' don't help nothin'. It makes things worse.
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| - | You wake up one day thinking you're a winner, but you're not. You're a loser.
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| - | So we wouldn't have had the title as long. So what?
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| - | - At least it would have been real. - It was real!
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| - | Nothing is real if you don't believe in who you are.
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| - | I don't believe in myself no more!
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| - | When a fighter don't believe, he's finished. That's it.
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| - | That's not it. Why don't you tell me the truth?
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| - | What are you puttin' me through? You wanna know the truth?
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| - | I don't wanna lose what I got.
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| - | At first, I didn't care about what happened. I'd go in the ring, get bust up.
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| - | But now there's you and the kid. I don't wanna lose what I got!
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| - | What do we have that can't be replaced? What? A house. We got cars, money.
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| - | We got everything but the truth. What's the truth, dammit?!
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| - | I'm afraid! All right?
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| - | You wanna hear me say it? You wanna break me down? I'm afraid.
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| - | For the first time, I'm afraid.
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| - | I'm afraid too. There's nothin' wrong with that.
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| - | - There is. For me, there is. - Why? You're human.
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| - | I don't know what I am. I know I'm a liar, and because of that, Mickey ain't here.
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| - | You didn't push him into anything. He was a grown man. He did what he had to do.
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| - | And you have no right to feel guilty. You don't!
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| - | You were a champion. You did what you were expected to do.
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| - | You did what everybody thought you should do.
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| - | And you wanna tell me that those fights weren't real? I don't believe it!
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| - | It doesn't matter what I believe. You've got to carry that fear inside you,
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| - | afraid everybody'll take things away, that you'll be remembered as a coward,
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| - | that you're not a man any more. Well, none of it's true.
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| - | It doesn't matter if I tell you because you're the one that's got to settle it.
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| - | Get rid of it! Cos when the smoke clears, and they stop chanting your name,
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| - | it's just gonna be us.
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| - | And you can't live like this. We can't live like this.
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| - | Cos it's gonna bother you for the rest of your life. Look what it's doing to you now.
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| - | Apollo thinks you can do it. So do l.
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| - | But you gotta wanna do it for the right reasons. Not for the guilt over Mickey.
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| - | Not for the people, not for the title, not for money, or me - but for you.
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| - |
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| - | Just you. Just you alone.
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| - | - And if I lose? - Then you lose.
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| - | But at least you lose with no excuses. No fear.
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| - | And I know you could live with that.
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| - | How'd you get so tough?
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| - | I live with a fighter.
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| - | I really love you.
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| - | I love you.
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| - | No, no, no. Rock, no. Just flick it. Just flick it.
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| - | Faster! Faster!
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| - | Good. Five more laps.
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| - | Punch it!
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| - | On your toes!
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| - | Gonna fly now
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| - | It's all right now
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| - | Flying high now...
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| - | Jab out! Get him!
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| - | Gotta move it faster.
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| - | Faster! Faster! Kick it!
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| - | Very nice!
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| - | Move your head. Beautiful!
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| - | That's right. Under! Under and over.
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| - | Send him out!
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| - | Feeling strong now
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| - | Nothing wrong now
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| - | Faster. Faster. Yeah!
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| - | Now! Yeah!
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| - | Hey, Rocky the fish!
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| - | Yeah! Yeah!
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| - | Gonna fly now
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| - | Nothin' wrong now
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| - | Gonna fly
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| - | Fly, fly
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| - | Fly
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| - | Good evening. I'm Stu Nahan, with Bill Baldwin.
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| - | We welcome you to Madison Square Garden.
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| - | It's the anxiously awaited rematch
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| - | between former champion Rocky Balboa and the reigning champion Clubber Lang.
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| - | We now switch to our remote cameras inside the dressing rooms.
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| - | Would you comment on how you plan to fight Balboa? What's your strategy?
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| - | Don't need any. Balboa's so predictable and stupid.
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| - | The man comes straight ahead. He's tailor-made for me. He's gonna get hurt.
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| - | - That's good. - Turn 'em over. Good?
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| - | How does that look? OK?
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| - | No, I don't hate Balboa. But I pity the fool.
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| - | And I will destroy any man who tries to take what I got.
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| - | Remember where you came from.
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| - | Remember what it took to get you here.
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| - | And remember what he did to you last time, right?
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| - | Both are brawlers, with the edge and power going to Clubber Lang,
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| - | so I would say the odds are very long against Balboa regaining his title.
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| - | Now it's your turn. It's your turn, huh?
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| - | What's your prediction for the fight?
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| - | - Prediction? - Yes. Prediction.
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| - | Pain.
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| - | Lang likes to hurt a man to the body.
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| - | And Balboa may never have psychologically recovered
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| - | from that vicious knockout that Clubber laid on him.
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| - | It's time.
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| - | - Here. - What?
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| - | I want you to wear these.
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| - | Come on, Apollo. These are the colours that you wore in our first fight together.
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| - | I... I can't wear your colours.
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| - | Just wear 'em.
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| - | - Yeah? - Yeah.
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| - | Thanks, Apollo.
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| - | Just make sure you wash 'em before you bring 'em back.
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| - | Will do. Will do.
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| - | - Thanks, Apollo. - Hey, and remember,
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| - | after this you owe me a favour.
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| - | What favour?
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| - | I'd have to agree. Toe to toe, Lang is devastating, and he's much too strong.
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| - | Rocky! Rocky!
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| - | Listen. I wanna tell you that I'm proud of you.
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| - | It takes a helluva man to change, and you did it. Prove it to 'em, right?
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| - | - You did good, Apollo. - Thanks, Paulie.
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| - | Let's do it, Paulie.
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| - | Here come Rocky and Apollo, the two former champions.
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| - | Look at the tenseness in his face, that taut body.
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| - | - Boy, does he look serious right now. - He does.
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| - | You know, Stu, the word is that this is Rocky's last fight - win, lose or draw.
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| - | There he is, the ltalian Stallion, Rocky Balboa, climbing into the ring.
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| - | Boy, he looks incredibly thin. I'd say he's gotta be about lb lighter.
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| - | Rocky Balboa, the iron man from Philadelphia.
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| - | This crowd is with him tonight. Listen.
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| - | Balboa doesn't really have any boxing skills.
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| - | But I've never seen as much raw determination...
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| - | Hold it, Stu.
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| - | Here comes the champion now, Clubber Lang. Look at this crowd.
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| - | Look at those eyes. I've never seen a guy with such sullen eyes. He is tough.
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| - | Clubber, go back where you came from!
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| - | He even belted a spectator. Did you see that? Look at that man.
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| - | Boy, awesome. Man, he's tough.
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| - | Clubber Lang, the heavyweight champion of the world!
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| - | Hey, fool! You ready for another beatin'?
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| - | You should've never came back!
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| - | - Don't look at him. - Let's just be cool.
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| - | Hey, boy.
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| - | Hey, boy. After I crucify him, you're next.
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| - | - Just stay outta my face, chump. - Don't turn your back on me.
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| - | We got a brawl before the bell.
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| - | This ring is ready to explode!
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| - | With the fight about to officially begin...
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| - | - I'm gonna get you! Let him go! - Come on!
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| - | Let him go! I want him!
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| - | - You said be cool. - That was cool.
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| - | I'm the champ! I'll beat ya like I did last time.
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| - | You won't have to look to find me. I'm here.
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| - | Boxing fans around the world,
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| - | welcome to Madison Square Garden
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| - | and tonight's heavyweight championship of the world!
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| - | Out of the red corner,
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| - | the challenger, weighing lb,
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| - | from the fighting city of Philadelphia,
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| - | the former heavyweight champion of the world,
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| - | the ltalian Stallion,
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| - | Rocky Balboa!
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| - | I tell ya, he has so slimmed down, he looks like a middleweight.
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| - | Out of the blue corner, weighing lb,
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| - | the hard-punching pedlar from Chicago,
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| - | the reigning heavyweight champion of the world,
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| - | Clubber Lang!
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| - | Referee, Lou Filippo.
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| - | OK, boys. Let's go.
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| - | We went over the rules yesterday. I'm gonna repeat a few of 'em.
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| - | Watch your low blows and rabbit punches.
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| - | In case of a knockdown, go to the corner I tell you to,
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| - | and you stay there until I tell you to come out.
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| - | Is that understood? Any questions?
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| - | Let's go back to your corner now. Let's go.
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| - | - I'm gonna bust you up. - Go for it.
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| - | Here we go. The war is on! We're just waiting for the bell.
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| - | Take my belt off. I'll get that chump.
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| - | Don't let this bum let you fight his fight. You're the best!
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| - | Hell.
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| - | Rhythm and power. Then jab him.
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| - | Rocky! Rocky!
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| - | It should be a great fight!
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| - | Balboa goes right out of his corner and right after Clubber Lang.
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| - | He's going right to left, into Clubber's face. What a start to the fight!
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| - | Another jab. Another jab.
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| - | And another! This is not the Rocky we expected!
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| - | Looks fantastic.
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| - | Another right. And a right. Look at that! A right and left to the head!
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| - | Clubber Lang doesn't know what's happening. He's being stung by this style.
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| - | Look at the shots he's taking.
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| - | - He can't corner the fleet-footed fighter. - It's absolutely unbelievable!
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| - | Come on, you oversized hick! Bring it to me! Hit me!
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| - | That right hand is like a triphammer!
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| - | - Rock, tie him up! - Bring it to me! Hit me!
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| - | Come on, get back. Get back!
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| - | Tough first round!
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| - | There's Rocky with a couple of rights and lefts.
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| - | Get off! Get off!
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| - | This crowd is going absolutely wild.
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| - | We got pandemonium in the ring at the end of round one.
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| - | Lang wants more. He can't realise that the round is over!
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| - | All right, you looked great. Just don't get crazy and we're home.
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| - | - I'll kill you, man - The man is strong.
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| - | I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him.
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| - | Now he's gonna come hard, right?
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| - | - Don't give him a chance to settle. - Counter and move. Counter and move.
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| - | He had Lang at his mercy!
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| - | Now it's Lang coming out for Rocky.
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| - | Rocky has him in his corner and is still landing rights and lefts.
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| - | A right to the head. Another.
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| - | He's really setting him up. Five unanswered shots!
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| - | Kill him! Kill him!
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| - | - Get outta there! - Get back!
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| - | All right!
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| - | Break it up. Break it up.
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| - | - What are you doin'? - Come on, Balboa.
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| - | Get your hands up. Come on, Rock!
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| - | That right hand hurt Rocky again!
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| - | Balboa's in trouble now.
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| - | Hold him, dammit!
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| - | - Come on, Rocky! - This is Clubber's round.
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| - | And Balboa is down.
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| - | - Get up, dammit! - Come on.
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| - | - Five! - He's in trouble.
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| - | Six!
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| - | Seven!
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| - | It's Clubber again. Lang with the left hand. Another left and a right!
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| - | And down goes Balboa again.
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| - | Stop the fight.
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| - | - Six! - I got some more, so get up.
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| - | I got a lotta moves. Come on!
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| - | Here we go again. Clubber coming into him!
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| - | You ain't so bad. You ain't so bad.
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| - | You ain't so bad. You ain't nothin!
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| - | You must be crazy. You're just a stupid fool.
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| - | - But I ain't breathin' heavy. - He's a fool. He's stupid.
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| - | How could he come back from that beating?
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| - | What the hell are you doin'?
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| - | - It's a strategy. I know what I'm doin'. - You don't know.
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| - | - He's gotta come to you. - He's nothin'. He's mine.
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| - | Stand toe to toe with this bum and he'll kill you. He'll beat your head off.
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| - | He's gettin' tired.
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| - | Don't go wasting your punches. Don't try to take him out with one punch.
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| - | Use your head. You wear him down. He's all ours.
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| - | I know what I'm doin'.
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| - | Don't tell me what you think! Go out there and do it. Eye of the tiger.
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| - | Knock his head off. He's just a man.
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| - | Be more man than him. Go get him. Eye of the tiger.
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| - | Round three - tough round to call. This is a little slower...
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| - | It's my round.
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| - | I'm gonna take ya this time.
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| - | You're mine. You're mine.
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| - | - Come on. Come on. - I'm gonna get ya.
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| - | Get outta there.
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| - | Get outta there!
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| - | - Come on. - Stick him.
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| - | Come on!
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| - | Again, again!
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| - | - He's gettin' killed - No, no, no, he's not. He's gettin' mad.
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| - | The whole world's watching. Knock me out.
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| - | Harder! Can you hit hard? Hit me harder!
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| - | Get outta there!
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| - | Rocky!
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| - | Yeah!
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| - | My mother hits harder than that. Come on!
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| - | A little harder. Hit me on the face.
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| - | Come on, champ. You ain't so bad.
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| - | You ain't nothin'.
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| - | Rocky!
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| - | Rocky! Rocky!
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| - | I might believe the strategy now. He's making Clubber miss!
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| - | He drew him in. Now Rocky's throwing the punches. Look at the punches.
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| - | He's lifting him right off the canvas with those punches!
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| - | He's completely psyched out!
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| - | Lang is confused by all of this!
| |
| - | Come on!
| |
| - | The place is going bananas!
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| - | - Get up! - Five!
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| - | Six!
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| - | Seven!
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| - | Eight! Nine!
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| - | Ten. You're out.
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| - | There he is, the new heavyweight champion of the world, Rocky Balboa!
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| - | Rocky is exhausted.
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| - | Ladies and gentlemen, the winner by knockout...
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| - | - Are you all right? - Never better. Never better.
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| - | ..the heavyweight champion of the world, the ltalian Stallion,
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| - | Rocky Balboa!
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| - | - We made a deal. - I know, but this is extremely crazy.
| |
| - | Yeah. Mentally irregular, right?
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| - | But it makes sense. You owe me a favour.
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| - | I know, but... When did you think of this?
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| - | - About three years ago. - This is very crazy, Apollo.
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| - | Stallion, when you won that last fight, you beat me by one second.
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| - | That's hard for an intelligent man to handle.
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| - | - Didn't you say you learnt to live with it? - I lied.
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| - | Oh, you lied!
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| - | - So now you gotta prove it to yourself? - No TV, no newspapers. Just you and me.
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| - | Nothin'. Just you and me. Age before beauty.
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| - | - Anything you say. - I'll do all the work, OK?
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| - | You better go slow cos you ain't as young as springtime any more.
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| - | I'm still young enough to whip your butt.
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| - | Yeah? How you gonna do that? You taught me everything you know.
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| - | Almost everything. You gotta remember, you fight great, but I'm a great fighter.
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| - | - You ready? - Absolutely.
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| - | You know, Stallion, it's too bad we gotta get old.
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| - | Ah, just keep punchin', Apollo.
| |
| - | You wanna ring the bell?
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| - | All right.
| |
| - | Ding-ding.
| |
| - | Come on, Stallion.
| |
| - | Come on, come on.
| |
| - | Boy, you really move good for an older guy.
| |
| - | You're lookin' good. I taught you well.
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| - | I think you taught me too good. Look at him fly.
| |
| - | Look out now. No, no, you don't want any of this. Come on.
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| - | - Maybe I'm in here with the wrong guy. - Watch yourself. Ready?
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| - | It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight
| |
| - | Risin' up to the challenge ofour rival
| |
| - | And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night
| |
| - | And he's watching us all with the eye
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| - | Of the tiger
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| - | Risin' up
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| - | Back on the street
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| - | Did my time, took my chances
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| - | Went the distance Now I'm back on my feet
| |
| - | Just a man, and his will to survive
| |
| - | So many times, it happens too fast
| |
| - | You change your passion for glory
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| - | Don't lose your grip
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| - | On the dreams of the past
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| - | You must fightjust to keep them alive
| |
| - | It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight
| |
| - | Risin' up to the challenge ofour rival
| |
| - | And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night
| |
| - | And he's watchin' us all with the eye
| |
| - | Of the tiger
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| - | Face to face
| |
| - | Out in the heat
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| - | Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
| |
| - | They stack the odds Still we take to the street
| |
| - | For the kill with the skill to survive
| |
| - | It's the eye of the tiger
| |
| - | It's the thrill of the fight
| |
| - | Risin' up to the challenge ofour rival
| |
| - | And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night
| |
| - | And he's watchin' us all with the eye
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| - | Of the tiger
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| - | Risin' up, straight to the top
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| - | Had the guts, got the glory
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| - | Went the distance Now I'm not gonna stop
| |
| - | Just a man and his will to survive
| |
| - | It's the eye of the tiger
| |
| - | It's the thrill of the fight
| |
| - | Risin' up the challenge ofour rival
| |
| - | And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night
| |
| - | And he's watchin' us all with the eye
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| - | Of the tiger
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| - | The eye of the tiger
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