— I really like you, Mary. I like you a lot. I'm gonna ask you something flat out and I want you to answer me honestly: What do you think the chances are of a girl like you and a guy like me ending up together?
— Lloyd, that's difficult to say. I mean we hardly...
— I asked you to be honest, Mary.
— But Lloyd, I really can't...
— Come on, give it to me straight. I drove a long way to see you, the least you can do is level with me. What are my chances?
— Not good.
— You mean not good, like one out of a hundred? I'd say more like one out of a million.
— So you're telling me there's a chance?
— 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?