Micky: If you go home now, I won't tell your mommy. Eiji: If I kill you, you still won't tell her, slick!
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Micky: Hey, it's the walking punching bag. Back for a return trounce? Jack: Ha ha ha. The boxing comic speaks. Ho ho ho... funny? Not!
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Micky: Well, boss. It's come to this, at last I did it my way... John: Hard knocks. I've had my share... Oh, enough. Let's battle.
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Micky: King, my mixed-up little friend returns. I must break you, toots. King: You got a big mouth for an amateur, Micky.
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Micky: Your speed or my punch... Which shall prevail? Lee: Hmmm, let me get back to you on that.
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Micky 1: Hey, I've seen you before! Gee, you're ugly. Micky 2: This line has been said before, be original... clone boy!
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Micky: With those twigs... do you think you can win? Mr. Big: Coming from a pug like you... Oh, I forgot my witty retort.
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Micky: Don't think of my punch as dangerous... Think that it's a gift. Robert: All in all. I would rather have a nice tie!
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Micky: Hey, boy. I hope you can avoid my death punch. Now chill, dude. Ryo: I'm okay. I just never met a valley boxer before.
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Micky: Ring the bell now because this will be over quick. Takuma: Quite an ego for a tenth-rate amateur.
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Micky: What do you think of my punch? Scary, huh? Temjin: It's not your punch, it's your breath. Whew, baby!
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Micky: This is no place for a child, but you're kind of cute. Yuri: Thanks! I'll remember that... I'll remember that when I kick you senseless.
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Thanks for the fight. You made a swell punching bag!
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You did quite well for a corpse, my friend. Rest in peace.
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The end was foregone. I am just too totally terrifie.
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