well, do you have anything to say for yourself? this is the ak-47 assault rifle, the preferred weapon of your enemy; and it makes a distinctive sound when fired at you, so remember it. i did the same thing to gandhi, he didn't eat for three weeks. cities fall but they are rebuilt. heroes die but they are remembered. rehabilitated? well, now let me see. you know, i don't have any idea what that means. man's gotta know his limitations. bruce... i'm god. you want a guarantee, buy a toaster. let me tell you something my friend. hope is a dangerous thing. hope can drive a man insane. when a naked man's chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, i figure he's not out collecting for the red cross. you measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you. this is my gun, clyde!
no, this is mount everest. you should flip on the discovery channel from time to time. but i guess you can't now, being dead and all. boxing is about respect. getting it for yourself, and taking it away from the other guy. don't p!ss down my back and tell me it's raining. i don't think they tried to market it to the billionaire, spelunking, base-jumping crowd. what you have to ask yourself is, do i feel lucky. well do ya' punk? dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy. that tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass. i now issue a new commandment: thou shalt do the dance. you see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: those with loaded guns and those who dig. you dig. are you feeling lucky punk circumstances have taught me that a man's ethics are the only possessions he will take beyond the grave. here. put that in your report!' and 'i may have found a way out of here.