1)Father, that was a great sermon… made me weep. 2)What’s confusing you this week? 1)Oh, it’s the same old, ‘one God-three God’ thing. 2)Frankie, most people figure out by kindergarten that it’s about faith. 1)Is it sort of like Snap Crackle and Pop, all rolled into one big box?
1)We’re flying? 2)Would you rather drive? 1)You’re askin’ me? 2) Would you rather fly or would you rather drive? 1)So, I finally get to decide something? 2)That’s what I’m saying. 1)Fine. Fly there, drive back. 2)That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard of. How the hell we gonna do that? 1)You said it was up to me.
1)You got big holes in your socks. 2)Oh, they’re not that big. 1)Didn’t I give you money for some new ones? 2)These are my sleeping socks. My feet like a little air at night. 1)How come you’re wearing them in the daytime, then? 2)Cause my daytime socks got too many holes in them.
1)You wouldn’t start training to be a ballerina at 31 now, would you?
2)Already been workin’ it for three years. 1)And you can’t hit a speed bag? What kind of training is that? 2)I never had any, boss. 1) Well, I hate to say it, but it shows.
1/ Don’t call me *boss*!
2/ You gunna train me?
1/ No!
2/ You won’t mind me callin’ you *boss* then…
All fighters are pig-headed some way or another. Some part of them always thinks they know better than you about something. Truth is, even if they’re wrong, even if that one thing is going to be the ruin of them, if you can beat that last bad out of them… they ain’t fighters at all.
All right. I’m gonna disconnect your air machine, then you’re gonna go to sleep. Then I’ll give you a shot, and you’ll… stay asleep.
Always protect yourself.
Damn woman won’t do a thing I tell her.
Frankie likes to say that boxing is an unnatural act, that everything in boxing is backwards: sometimes the best way to deliver a punch is to step back… But step back too far and you ain’t fighting at all
Frankie, I’ve seen you at Mass almost every day for 23 years. The only person comes to church that much is the kind who can’t forgive himself for something
Girlie- Tough, ain’t enough.
I don’t train girls!
I feel really stupid asking this, but how do you get all that ice into that little hole?
I know if you train me right, I’ll be a champion.
I saw your last fight Shawrelle. You spent so much face time on the canvas, it looked like you thought the canvas was a pair of titties.
I want you to jab, right in the tits, until they turn blue and fall off.
I’m 32, Mr. Dunn.
I’m here celebrating the fact that I spent another year scraping dishes and waitressing which is what I’ve been doing since 13, and according to you I’ll be 37 before I can even throw a decent punch, which I have to admit, after working on this speed bag for a month may be God’s simple truth. Other truth is, my brother’s in prison, my sister cheats on welfare by pretending one of her babies is still alive, my daddy’s dead, and my momma weighs 312lbs. If I was thinking straight I’d go back home, find a used trailer, buy a deep fryer and some oreos. Problem is, this the only thing I ever felt good doing. If I’m too old for this then I got nothing. That enough truth to suit you?
If there’s magic in boxing, it’s the magic of fighting battles beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas. It’s the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you.
Keeping her alive was killing her.
Mo Chichelo means my darling, my blood.
Mo cuishle. It means My darling. My blood.
Narrorator- She had some trouble once she got moved up a class, it took her till the end of the first round to get the KO.
Nope, it’s 50-50 split; unless you think people turn out to watch this skanky Kraut fight
Oh, I see. Now I get to fight a retard and an old man. Call ESPN because you can’t write this shit.
Sorry Boss
There are no demi gods, you fucking Pagan!
To make a fighter you gotta strip them down to bare wood: you can’t just tell ’em to forget everything you know if you gotta make ’em forget even their bones… make ’em so tired they only listen to you, only hear your voice, only do what you say and nothing else… show ’em how to keep their balance and take it away from the other guy… how to generate momentum off their right toe and how to flex your knees when you fire a jab… how to fly back and up so that the other guy doesn’t want to come after you. Then you gotta show ’em all over again. Over and over and over… till they think they’re born that way.
What are you reading?
Why don’t you go and cry about it,
You never signed those papers like you were supposed to because you were worried about losing your welfare. I can still sell that house right out from under you. And if you show your fat, lazy hillbilly ass around here, that’s just what I’ll do.
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