— I've been comin' here for six years, and six years you been stickin' it to me. I wanna know how come.
— You don't wanna know.
— Yeah, I wanna know how come.
— You wanna know?
— I wanna know!
— Okay, I'm gonna tell ya! 'Cause you had the talent to become a good fighter, and instead of that, you became a leg-breaker to some cheap, second-rate loan shark.
— It's a livin'.
— It's a waste of life!
— Would you take a look at that guy? I mean, where are the real fighters gonna come from? The pros. All we got today are jig clowns.
— That's right. Clowns.
— You callin' Apollo Creed a clown?
— Well, what else? Look at him.
— Hey, are you crazy? This man is champion of the world. He took his best shot and became champ. Huh? What shot did you ever take?
— I can't do it.
— I can't beat him.
— Yeah. I've been out there walkin' around, thinkin'. I mean, who am I kiddin'? I ain't even in the guy's league.
— What are we gonna do?
— I don't know.
— You worked so hard.
— It don't matter, 'cause I was nobody before.
— Don't say that.
— Oh, come on, Adrian. It's true. I was nobody. But it don't matter either, you know? So, I was thinkin'... It really don't matter if I lose this fight. It really don't matter if this guy opens my head, either. 'Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody's ever gone the distance with Creed. And if I can go that distance see, if that bell rings and I'm still standin'... I'm gonna know for the first time in my life, you see... that I weren't just another bum from the neighborhood.