Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I'm dumb, you're shy, whaddaya think, huh?
Mickey: You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder.
Rocky: Cut me, Mick.
Apollo Creed: You'd better stop this fight! You ain't nothin' but a bum.
Bodyguard: Did ya get the license number?
Rocky: Of what?
Bodyguard: The truck that run over your face.
Reporter: Where did you get the name, "The Italian Stallion"?
Rocky: Oh I made that up one night while I was eating dinner.