Max Lieberman: A suggestion was made that this year, over the Labor Day weekend, we might sponsor a boxing show.
Willy Grogan: With Galahad?
Max Lieberman: No, with Max Schmeling. Who else?
Willy Grogan: I'm supposed to roll out the champagne?
Walter Gulick: Roll out the champagne or stale beer. I don't care what you roll out.
Willy Grogan: Never mind how nice he is. I hear enough of that from Dolly. I told her the only important thing about him is, he's got an ax in his right hand, and a bowling ball for a head.
Willy Grogan: Nobody asked you to come here. All you had were your empty pockets and a shine on the seat of your pants.
Ralphie: Hello, Peaches. You know you're a real lucky girl. You're gonna find me available for the whole season at no extra charge.
Lew Nyack: Galahad was a knight in a tin suit. A hero with a halo. You understand that? Very courteous to broads, as I remember.
Lew Nyack: Hey Walter! In case you want to duck once in a while, it ain't against the rules!
Dolly Fletcher: This sort of thing is legal?
Willy Grogan: You don't need a license to be stupid. I'll lay you 3-to-1 the kid don't last a round.
Willy Grogan: Reorganization? Rose, honey, I'll be patient. The fact is, you couldn't reorganize the part in your hair unless I drew you a map.
Lew Nyack: There ain't nothing the matter with me. Look, see? Bag of sunbeams every morning.
Howie Zimmerman: What happened to the convertible?
Willy Grogan: I loaned it to an Arab. He was on his way to a picnic, and his camel had trouble with its valves.
Maynard: he merges with the flora and the fauna, whatever, just to get a chance to see her.
Willy Grogan: Make sure this pigeon don't get away.
Walter Gulick: Don't push me, Willy. I'm a grease monkey that won't slide so easily!
Willy Grogan: All I can tell you sharpshooters right now is that Galahad will be expensive.
Harry Sperling: We didn't expect to pay the boy off in green stamps.
Dolly Fletcher: He should be arrested.
Rose Grogan: Who?
Dolly Fletcher: Your brother, naturally. He's responsible for this.
Assistant District Attorney Frank Gerson: If you don't know who did that job on Rocky, why are these imported hoodlums sitting on your front doorstep twenty-three and a half hours every day?
Walter Gulick: You've been sniffing too many gasoline fumes, Galahad.
Lew Nyack: You were doing all right, dancing around with a welterweight, with speed. But now I've got a guy coming into the ring with six hands and a buggy whip. It's his job to slap you silly till you're really in shape.
Howie Zimmerman: Now listen, Joie, I want you to take it nice and easy in there. It's not like we're trying to win the Olympics from the Russians every time.
Joie Shakes: Phew. What did you hit me with? A bomb?
