Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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