Million Dollar Baby

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
If there's magic in boxing, it?s the magic of fighting battles beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas. It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
To make a fighter you gotta strip them down to bare wood: you can't just tell 'em to forget everything you know if you gotta make 'em forget even their bones... make 'em so tired they only listen to you, only hear your voice, only do what you say and nothing else... show 'em how to keep their balance and take it away from the other guy... how to generate momentum off their right toe and how to flex your knees when you fire a jab... how to fly back and up so that the other guy doesn't want to come after you. Then you gotta show 'em all over again. Over and over and over... till they think they're born that way.

Frankie Dunn:
You forgot the rule. Now, what is the rule?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
Keep my left up?

Frankie Dunn:
Is to protect yourself at all times. Now, what is the rule?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
Protect myself at all times.

Frankie Dunn:
Good. Good.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
All fighters are pig-headed some way or another: some part of them always thinks they know better than you about something. Truth is: even if they're wrong, even if that one thing is going to be the ruin of them, if you can beat that last bad out of them... they ain't fighters at all.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
You're gonna leave me again?

Frankie Dunn:
Never.

Frankie Dunn:
I think someone should count to 10.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
You never signed those papers like you were supposed to because you were worried about losing your welfare. I can still sell that house right out from under you. And if you show your fat, lazy hillbilly ass around here, that's just what I'll do.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
I saw your last fight Shawrelle. You spent so much face time on the canvas, it looked like you thought the canvas was a pair of titties.

Frankie Dunn:
Father, that was a great sermon... made me weep.

Father Horvak:
What's confusing you this week?

Frankie Dunn:
Oh, it's the same old, 'one God-three God' thing.

Father Horvak:
Frankie, most people figure out by kindergarten that it's about faith.

Frankie Dunn:
Is it sort of like Snap Crackle and Pop, all rolled into one big box?

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Frankie likes to say that boxing is an unnatural act, that everything in boxing is backwards: sometimes the best way to deliver a punch is to step back... But step back too far and you ain't fighting at all.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
She's getting pretty good.

Frankie Dunn:
Yeah, real fast. It's almost as if someone's been helping her.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Oh, I don't know. Maybe she's just got what it takes.

Frankie Dunn:
She's got my speed bag, is what she's got.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Now, how'd she get that?

Ref #1:
Is this your fighter?

Frankie Dunn:
This is my fighter.

Frankie Dunn:
What's she sayin'?

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Wants to know what you're readin'.

Frankie Dunn:
It's Yeats.

Frankie Dunn:
Keep your head back.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Why don't you talk a little Yeats to her? Show her what a treat that is.

Frankie Dunn:
Mo cuishle. It means my darling. My blood.

Frankie Dunn:
How many times do I got to tell you that bleach is bleach. Why can't you just buy the cheap stuff, you always have to buy the expensive stuff.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
It smells better, Frankie.

Frankie Dunn:
Bleach smells like bleach.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
I'm 32, Mr. Dunn, and I'm here celebrating the fact that I spent another year scraping dishes and waitressing which is what I've been doing since 13, and according to you I'll be 37 before I can even throw a decent punch, which I have to admit, after working on this speed bag for a month may be the God's simple truth. Other truth is, my brother's in prison, my sister cheats on welfare by pretending one of her babies is still alive, my daddy's dead, and my momma weighs 312lbs. If I was thinking straight I'd go back home, find a used trailer, buy a deep fryer and some oreos. Problem is, this the only thing I ever felt good doing. If I'm too old for this then I got nothing. That enough truth to suit you?

Frankie Dunn:
What you learn tonight?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
Always protect myself.

Frankie Dunn:
What's the rule?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
Always protect myself.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Anybody can lose one fight, anybody can lose once, you'll come back from this you'll be champion of the world.

Frankie Dunn:
I want you to jab, right in the tits, until they turn blue and fall off.

Frankie Dunn:
How many eyes do you need to finish this fight?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
One's enough.

Frankie Dunn:
Girlie tough ain't enough.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
There is magic in fighting battles beyond endurance

Frankie Dunn:
You got big holes in your socks.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Oh, they're not that big.

Frankie Dunn:
Didn't I give you money for some new ones?

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
These are my sleeping socks. My feet like a little air at night.

Frankie Dunn:
How come you're wearing them in the daytime, then?

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
'Cause my daytime socks got too many holes in them.

Frankie Dunn:
So is Jesus a Demigod?

Father Horvak:
There are no Demigods, you f***ing Pagan!

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
I have HBO.

Frankie Dunn:
You wouldn't start training to be a ballerina at 31 now, would you?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
Already been workin' it for three years.

Frankie Dunn:
And you can't hit a speed bag? What kind of training is that?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
I never had any, boss.

Frankie Dunn:
Well, I hate to say it, but it shows.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
We're flying?

Frankie Dunn:
Would you rather drive?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
You're askin' me?

Frankie Dunn:
Would you rather fly or would you rather drive?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
So, I finally get to decide something?

Frankie Dunn:
That's what I'm saying.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
Fine. Fly there, drive back.

Frankie Dunn:
That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of. How the hell we gonna do that?

Maggie Fitzgerald:
You said it was up to me.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
I've got nobody but you, Frankie.

Frankie Dunn:
Then, you've got me.

Maggie Fitzgerald:
Working the bag, boss.

Frankie Dunn:
I'm not your boss and you hope the bag works on you.

Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris:
Seems there are Irish people everywhere, or people who want to be.

Maggie:
She's tough, I can't go inside, I can't get close enough to hit her.

Frankie:
You know why that is?

Maggie:
Why?

Frankie:
Cause she's a better fighter than you are, that's why. She's younger, she's stronger, and she's more experienced. Now, what are you gonna do about it?

[Next round starts. Maggie knocks her out in few seconds]