Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He looks like shit.
I truly do. And tomorrow marks the beginning of my personal quest
- just because Escobar's of Latin descent. - That's right.
I'm taking the road less traveled by.
- See? I told you... - You told me shit, Julio!
Well, if not for yourself, Terry, do it for the tired, the poor,
See, this is what happens when you're living lavish, sipping wine,
...Marciano for inner fucking peace. - Jeez, what a dumb fuck he was.
- What's a Brougham? - It's maroon.
- Oh, not this nigger. - Eh, eh, eh, eh. Easy, frosty man.
Well, an anti-poet.
T... Tur...
Watch your head. Watch your head. Punch and get out.
Oh, my bad.
We reap what we sow
Hey, hey! Motherfucker, is you deaf?
let them record, in the happenchance that I don't come out alive,
I hurt. I bleed.
We're just asking the Reverend Sultan to give us a shot at the title. Can you just...
AIDS organizations, multiple sclerosis. You visit children's hospitals in every town.
Yeah. I don't care about the cars. I just wanna fight.
No, Rev. I hurt. I bleed.
May the best man win. I love it!
- Now, where were we? - Terry Conklin.
Nobody gonna buy the idea of a white contender.
you're gonna be ready for a commission in the Waffen-SS.
I like this guy. Squeaky-clean, shit-don't- stink, Mouseketeer-looking motherfucker.
- Who the champ now? - You the champ. I'm running with you.
- Uh, no. We can't get in to... - Was a great workout.
- A Braham? - A Brougham.
Julio Escobar's a whore on your payroll.
Irv!
Kiss the donkey, son. Kiss the mule. I'm gonna make him kiss the donkey, ref.
fully loaded, with, uh...
Yeah. There's some legal... Hello.
And I hire you the best managers and trainers in the business.
- Let... let me tell you something. - Come on, boys, out now.
And the groundlings very much aroused, as they should be.
Thank you very much. Thank you very much.
Yes. Mano a mano.
- I own the place. - I know who you are, man.
- Cos it's the truth. - The truth needs to be shaped and framed.
- Rolling. Let's pick up. - And again.
Let's pick one out here, can we? Let's get one of these. Any one at all.
and it's just a rumor, but people talk about you trying to duck my man...
Just chill. My blackness'll beat that kid.
Here we go. Here we go. Do the work, Champ.
Excuse me. I opened this on accident. It's yours.
Yo, Grim, man.
with a devastating overhand right
Hate, son, hate! The great motivator. Hate.
You would let this man, the only father figure you've ever had, destroy himself for you?
Reverend, over the years I have bent and greased and stretched the rules for you.
- Damn! - Damn!
All right. Cut. New deal.
Action. Although our cameras aren't allowed inside the offices of Rev Fred Sultan,
It's called Mr. Roper, Mr. Roper.
- Stop running like a B-I-itch. - B-I-itch?
Me getting dressed for work on st. Patties weekend
Didn't I tell you you're gonna get the shot? Didn't I tell you that?
Who's in the house?
I'll be at the pool.
- Hey, baby, you feeling all right? - Oh. Baby, listen, I'm, uh...
I've never seen a championship fight after a championship fight. Incredible.
Sell my house, sell my cars, sell these rings,
No rematch. No rematch. I'm going back to Cleveland, gonna play rock'n'roll, man.
- What am I forgiving you for now, man? - For being human.
All right, everybody, you heard him.
whole bunch of guns w-w-with lasers on 'em, and we don't have any of those.
I just had a... just had a...
What'll it take for you to make this happen?
Terry Conklin. From Cleveland. Golden Gloves champion.
The challenger... The challenger weighs in at official 202¼ pounds.