Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I give my money to the homeless. - Good.
I am a fighter of destiny and I'm going to shock the world.
- We'll see about that shit. - Yes, we will.
As we watch the challenger dance in the ring,
I love you.
Oh, man. Yeah.
The real story begins in 1953 in Atlanta,
- I'll spank you with it. - Spank him, Champ!
What you call me is of no concern to me.
Pay-per-view, through the roof. $132 million gate. That's a lot of fucking money.
All right, baby. Big payday. Go for it.
- You my brother. - You're my nigger if your turban gets bigger.
- I'm $132 million strong. - Why you act like you wanna do something?
Cut.
Let me ask you a question. Do you covet racism?
Well, I just un-guaranteed it. Buy him another fucking Rolls-Royce. Buy him two.
- How's Champ looking? - Good. Did you see him out there?
- Sue his ass, Champ. - For everything.
Irish Terry Conklin.
I had 38 fights for you and won 'em all. What I got to show for it?
All right. Yeah. Hey, that's fine. Muscatel.
And Mr. Conklin's also shows no, uh... no significant brain damage.
Going to take a sponge bath.
Sultan, I got him.
Fuck.
- What's no significant brain damage? - We've not seen Roper in weeks. Why?
- There's a second fight going on right now. - God! Don't give away what we can sell.
The new heavyweight champ of the world,
stop looking like a oil spill? Then we talk business.
What's the highest-grossing fight in the history of boxing?
But you're still my brother
But how many of you gave Foreman a chance against Moore? Or Douglas against Tyson?
Man, I could beat Kurt and my meat at the same time.
People are tired of paying good money
Croquet Champions
And here we go for the heavyweight championship of the world.
We reap what we sow.
You all right, Champ?
This the guy at the top of your list, Julio?
Disburse bitches..... Will you.....
- This is a press conference. Sit down. - Shut up, mofo.
Send some love out to my dear, and a special shout-out to the Reverend Sultan,
I guarantee that you will personally wipe out homelessness in America.
He's on Queer Street. Listen.
Cos you're my brother, and I love you.
I am more than hope. And I'm a hell of a lot more than hype.
I did cold-cock that sucker, didn't I?
Glory be to God. All praises to Allah. God bless America.
Bottom line: He loves me, they love me,
- ooh, like anti-music. - Terry.
who had been a child evangelist
against the gleaming, sinuous muscle of the jungle night.
Order a brand-new, muscatel Royale Brougham,
Of course I'm upset. I'm upset, because I know what's wrong.
and we thought maybe something was wrong.
Sweetheart, you are smarter than all these clowns put together.
with a syrah-serials and petite and everything like that,
I'm tired of him driving around in eight Rolls-Royces. He's fought nobody.
- Try to towel off. - Next.
- You bet your yarmulke. - Well, consider it done.
I'll believe anything is possible, even walking again. Love, Joey.
You're my brother
And what happened to, um, crusading for the truth?
Whoomp there it is
Come and kick some butt with me. Come and catch the bumblebee.
I'll finish up these, uh... these contracts for you.
Is it hope? Or is it hype?
strong-jawed, sexy... Women might like it.
- I have an idea. - Hey. Shut the fuck up and run the tapes.
- Watch. - Rocky VI.
Hey, baby. How's everything? Hey. Everybody enjoy yourself, all right?
Cut.