I do not respect the tradition of human cockfighting.
To make a fighter, you gotta strip them down to bare wood. Rest when you're dead. Come here. You can't just tell them to forget everything you know... you gotta make them forget it in their bones. Make them so tired they only listen to you. Only hear your voice, only do what you say, and nothing else.
— That was a punch. What's he got, horseshoes in those gloves, or what?
— Nope. Just his dad's strength and his mother's temper.
All fighters are pigheaded some way or other. Some part of them always thinks they know better than you about something. Can you spare a few minutes for the Immaculate Conception? Truth is, even if they're wrong... even if that one thing is gonna be the ruin of them... if you can beat that last bit out of them, then they ain't fighters at all.
— I don't need it no more, I don't want it no more.
— Look man, when you beat me, I heard all over and I didn't want to know nothing or nobody, not even to my kids. The hell, every fighter knows that hurt, and we get sick inside trying to live with it, so don't back off now, make it right for yourself, or you'll be sorry you didn't.
We held the greatest title in the whole world, babe, you lost that fight Rock for all the wrong reasons, you lost your edge! Alright, I know your manager dying had you all messed up inside. But the truth is — you didn't look hungry. Now when we fought, you had that eye of the tiger man, the edge! And now you got to get it back and the way to get it back is to go back to the beginning, you know what I mean? Ha-ha, maybe we could win it back together? Eye of the tiger, man.