Gig Young: Rocky

They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

Rocky

Rocky: Look, sweetheart, I've been in this business a long time. I may not know a winner when I see one, but I sure as hell can spot a loser.

[last lines]
Rocky: Here they are again, folks! These wonderful, wonderful kids! Still struggling! Still hoping! As the clock of fate ticks away, the dance of destiny continues! The marathon goes on, and on, and on! HOW LONG CAN THEY LAST?

Rocky: You know somethin', Turkey? My old man never got out of the fourth grade. When it came to people, he didn't know his ass from his elbow. You know what he was? He was a faith healer. I used to travel the circuit with him. I was the one he healed. I was the shill to get the crowd set up. "Walk, my boy. When I lay my hand on you, you will walk." You will walk. Sodden old bastard. He thought it was him they believed in, but it was me.

Rocky: I have a little notion, kids. Something that could help the show. Something that could benefit all of us and, in particular, could benefit the two of you. And at the same time give the folks out there something to get worked up about.
Gloria Beatty: What are you gonna do? Put us in cages and have them throw peanuts at us?
Rocky: No, all kidding aside...
Gloria Beatty: Who's kidding?

Rocky: That's what were all interested in, isn't it? The show?
Robert: No, it's a contest. Isn't that what it's supposed to be? Isn't that what you advertised? A contest?
Rocky: Not for them. For you maybe, but not for them. Do you think they're laying out two bits a throw just to watch you poke your head up into the sunlight or Alice look like she just stepped out of a beauty parlor? They don't give a damn whether you win or James and Ruby or Mario and Jackie or the Man in the Moon and Little Miss Muffet. They just want to see a little misery out there so they can feel a little better maybe. They're entitled to that.

Gloria Beatty: What is this?
Rocky: Tabs on you and Robert.
Gloria Beatty: You're charging me this?
Rocky: Only if you win. If you don't win, you don't pay. I'm not out to cheat anybody.
Gloria Beatty: Oh, Jesus!

Rocky: The doctor's decision is: Lillian Kramer stays on in the marathon! The doctor's assured me Lillian just has a slight sinus headache.
Gloria Beatty: Headache. For all that quack knows she's... she's got a brain tumor.
Robert: No, I don't think so. Only I'm not exactly sure, but I think it's different with a brain tumor. Different symptoms.
Gloria Beatty: Yeah? How do you know?
Robert: I saw it in a movie. Anita Louise and Richard Cromwell. That's what she died of. Anita Louise. A brain tumor. But it was different. Everything just suddenly got dim for her one day until finally she couldn't see at all. She couldn't even see Richard Cromwell when she kissed him goodbye.
Gloria Beatty: Yeah? And well then she just died?
Robert: Kind of. She just drifted off listening to her favorite tune. And then she was dead.
Gloria Beatty: No pain or anything? They probably lied.

Rocky: Welcome to the dance of destiny, ladies and gentlemen. Around and around and around we go, and we're only beginning, folks. Only beginning! On and on and on and on and when will it stop? When will it end? When? Only when the last two of these wonderful, starry-eyed kids are left. Only when the last two dancers stagger and sway, stumble and swoon, across the sea of defeat and despair to victory. One couple, and only one, will waltz out of here, over broken bodies and broken dreams, carrying the grand prize 1,500 silver dollars.

Rocky: Tough rules, but these are tough times. In the words of our great leader, Herbert Hoover, "Prosperity is just around the comer."

Rocky: Ten minutes and then they'll be back, and the world's championship marathon will go on and on and on and on and on!

Rocky: Couple number 65, in a scene direct from that smash Broadway hit "Private Lives, " our own Ramon Navarro and Jean Harlow.

Rocky: Here they are! And lookie, lookie, lookie, folks. They've got knees! They've got knees.