Best of the Best II

Weldon:
The winner and new owner of the Coliseum, Mr. Tommy Lee! Say a few words, champ.

Tommy Lee:
The Coliseum is closed.

Sick Humor:
[Tommy Lee's house explodes with Gus inside] I always told Gus smoking would kill him. [breaks into laughter]

[talking about the Coliseum gladiators]

Weldon:
They kill their own mothers! Mean as catshit! Run over nuns!

Alex Grady:
Did you kill Travis Brickley?

Brakus:
Easily.

Tommy Lee:
I don't fight drunks.

James:
Drunk? This is nothing. Right here. [Taps chin] Give me your best shot. I'll rip your f***in' ears right off your god damn head. Then I'll stick 'em right where the sun don't shine, so you can hear me kick your butt!

Grandma:
Are you gonna help Tommy?

James:
Sure. I'll help him. Be my pleasure to help the boy.

James:
[hands her a dollar] Here. Give him that for a bowl of soup.

Grandma:
I know what happened to you, and what you think it cost you. But the son who left me many moons ago in search of his manhood came back to me a drunken, self pitying, overgrown child. You are a terrible example for our people and a disgrace to your mother. You have an opportunity now to do some good. [begins walking away, then turns to him] Help Tommy or pack your bags.