Rocky: (Rocky is trying to make out with Adrian on their first date) Will you do me a favor? Take off these glasses. (Rocky takes off Adrian's frumpy glasses, revealing her beautiful eyes) Rocky: Now take off this hat. (Takes off her unattractive hat, revealing her dark, lovely hair. Adrian is beautiful and Rocky is appreciative) Rocky: I always knew you was pretty... Adrian: (Adrian looks at him, disbelieving) Stop teasing me.
Rocky: Shut up! Mr Gazzo wants the 200 now.
Fight Announcer: What is keeping him up Bill, I dont know.
Rocky: Cut me, Mick.
Rocky: I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts - I'm dumb, you're shy, whaddaya think, huh?
(after Rocky finishes pounding on the raw meat) Paulie: You do that to Apollo Creed, they'll put us in jail for murder.
(Repeated line) Gazzo: Don't you think I hear things?
Rocky: What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime! I had no prime, I had nothin'!
Mickey: (to rocky, after round 1 with Apollo) Keep hittin'em in the ribs ya see? Don't let that bastard breathe!
(last lines) Adrian: I love you. Rocky: I love you.
Rocky: Hey, yo, Mike, whose lock is this? Whose stuff is this in my locker? Mike: It's Dipper's stuff. It ain't your locker no more. Rocky: Whatta ya talkin' about it ain't my locker no more? It's been my locker for six years. Where's my gear? Mike: Mickey told me to bag it. Hang it. Rocky: You put my stuff on skid row? I been in that locker six years; you put my stuff in a bag on skid row? Mike: Mickey tells me what to do. I gotta do it, right, Rock? Rocky: Where is he? Mike: Working with Dipper. He's in a baaad mood. Rocky: So am I.
(Apollo is looking thru a book of Philadelphia fighters) Jergens: What exactly are you looking for Apollo? Apollo Creed: This is who I'm looking for. The Italian Stallion. Jergens: Rocky Balboa? Never heard of him. Apollo Creed: Look it's the name man. The I-talian Stallion. The media will eat it up. Now who discovered America? An Italian right? What better way to get it on than with one of its descendants? Apollo's Trainer: He's a southpaw. I don't want you messing with southpaws. They do everything backwards Apollo Creed: Southpaw nothing. I'll drop him in three. Apollo Creed meets the Italian Stallion. Now that sounds like a damn monster movie.
Apollo's Trainer: Hey, champ, you oughta come and look at this boy you're gonna fight on TV. It looks like he means business. Apollo Creed: Yeah, yeah. I mean business too.
Mickey: You know what you are? Rocky: No, what? Mickey: A tomato. Rocky: A tomato? Mickey: Yeah, and I'm running a business here, not a goddamn soup kitchen.
Rocky: Hey... you know how I said that stuff on TV didn't bother me none? Adrian: Yeah? Rocky: It did.