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"No, I don't hate Balboa, but I pity the fool, and I will destroy any man who tries to take what I got."
"Prediction? ... Pain."
"Gettin' out while you can? Don't give this sucker no statue. Give him guts! I told you I wasn't goin' away. You've got your shot, now gimme mine!"
"The little man don't wanna come to me. Then I'll come to you people to lay out the truth. I'm ranked Number One. ONE! That means I'm the best. But this fool been takin' the easy matches - fightin' other bums. I'm tellin' you and everybody here, I'll fight him anywhere, anytime, for NOTHING!"
"But you people ain't never gonna see that happen because he's gonna retire. You see, he don't fight no real man. He fights those setups."
"Don't turn your back on me, sucka'!"
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Mr.T need more gold chains.