...All the Marbles

Harry Sears:
These dice are colder than my first wife.

Thug:
[after Harry has kneecapped the two thugs with a baseball bat] You're not leaving us, are you?

Harry Sears:
Yeah, but don't bother to get up.

Harry Sears:
[after destroying Eddie Cisco's Mercedes with a baseball bat] I was thinking of buying a Mercedes but first I wanted to give it a stress test.

Iris:
Stress test?

Harry Sears:
[shrugging] Didn't pass.

Akron Doctor:
[to Iris after a bout] There's no bones broken. Just maybe a bad sprain. Stay off your back for a few days.

Harry Sears:
There goes your social life, Iris.

Akron Doctor:
She's as healthy as a horse.

Harry Sears:
And you should know. [to Iris] He used to be the official vet at Pimlico. You're way ahead. You're lucky he didn't shoot you.

Harry Sears:
Nobody hungry? I'm buyin'. Hey, I'm not kiddin' around. I'm really buyin'.

Iris:
Real food? Or that junk garbage we have every night?

Harry Sears:
No, no... Five blocks up the road there's a new Fatburger. It's fantastic.

Molly:
For once, can't we eat in a place with a table cloth?

Harry Sears:
It's OK with me but those frills cost money.

Harry Sears:
I had a thought - an idea for you girls. It's not fully realized, but it could be sensational.

Iris:
We are not getting tattooed, Harry.

Harry Sears:
Nah, I'm cold on that. I got a better one - You dye your hair.

Molly:
So what else is new?

Harry Sears:
Not just the hair on your head. I'm talking about your eyebrows, when you raise your arm - you know, under there - the fuzz over here... And it doesn't have to be vulgar!

Fan:
[Yelling to Molly, while walking through the arena hall, with Iris and Harry] Hey honey, you look better, with your clothes off!

Molly:
[Flips him off]

Harry Sears:
Every path, has its bug.

Molly:
Every path, your ass.

Harry Sears:
A hard beginning, make it a good ending.

Harry Sears:
Win or lose, I love you both... but we've come too far to lose.

Harry Sears:
[loading a tape in the tape player] You know, there's no harm in appreciating other forms of music. Now this is an Italian tenor. His name is Attilio Belfiore. And the opera is "Pagliacci." And It's beautiful. Now listen to it. It'll make you cry.

Molly:
[blankly staring out the window] I'm crying already...

Harry Sears:
[yelling at the ref during a match] Hey ref, you can do a lot, but you can't do that! You want my honest opinion? You're a horse's ass!

Harry Sears:
[talking to Iris and Molly] What we *really* need now are some bucks for publicity. Unfortunately, in the words of Toulouse Lautrec, "I'm a little short."

Molly:
[as they're driving into Chicago] Let's stay at a first-class place, okay? Something special.

Harry Sears:
That's a good idea. We'll stay at Al's Motor Lodge in Skokie. Every floor has an ice machine.

Iris:
Thanks a lot, Diamond Jim.

Harry Sears:
Hey, I hate to be the one to remind you: luxury costs money.

Himself - TV Reporter:
[During the Reno match, Iris is repeatedly slamming the referee's head into the canvas] They've got the referee pinned! They're playing Yankee Doodle Dandy with his head!