Poor Boy's Game

Ossie Paris:
Boxing ain't no game. So you play football, you play tennis. You don't play boxing.

Donnie Rose:
[George is staring at him, with a gun in his pocket] Why don't you just do what you came here to do and leave?

George:
I ain't doing this for you.

Uncle Joe:
Listen, when you're on the door, don't let more than two black guys in at once, alright?

Donnie Rose:
[Sees Dylan playing outside] Isn't it past his bedtime?

Emma:
Somebody was in his room. [Referring to Donnie's meeting with the hooker]

Donnie Rose:
Sorry.

Keith Rose:
[Brandishing a baseball bat] Hey! You looking to get your f***ing skull cracked?

Donnie Rose:
I'm Donnie Rose.

Mello:
I know who you are. Get the f*** out of my gym.

Chris Webb:
[Referring to Donnie's job as security for his uncle's club] I'm looking into some complaints.

Donnie Rose:
I don't know nothing about no complaints.

Chris Webb:
[Contemptuous] Well, I haven't told you what they are yet. [after a pause] Have you ever been told to deny admission to anyone because they were black?

Donnie Rose:
No.

Chris Webb:
No... you do realize that would be illegal right?

Donnie Rose:
This is bullshit...

Chris Webb:
George Carvery's a good friend of mine!

Donnie Rose:
[Emotional] I could have stopped it, but when I get mad I just... I just... I can't. I'm sorry George.

Ossie Paris:
[Hands Donnie the cheque] This is yours. See you in the ring tomorrow.

Chris Webb:
You give me an excuse, Donnie. You give me one f***ing excuse!

Donnie Rose:
F*** all of you.

Donnie Rose:
What the f*** is he doing here?

Ossie Paris:
[Looks at Donnie] When you was a little kid, what did you wanna be when you growed up? I know Charles was either gonna be a fighter or workin' on the docks like his old man.

[Looks at Joe]

Ossie Paris:
How much do you figure a guy makes a year starting down at the docks?

Uncle Joe:
I dunno... Sixteen, eighteen thou?

Ossie Paris:
[to himself] Sixteen, eighteen thou...

[Looks at Donnie]

Ossie Paris:
I'll pay you eighteen to fight me.

Uncle Joe:
That's a lot of money.

Ossie Paris:
You know it's worth it, Joe.

Donnie Rose:
[about his violent brother] He's turning into the spitting f***ing image of Dad...

George:
You got a lot of balls showing your face around here.

Donnie Rose:
Do you and Mrs. Carvery want me to take the fight?

George:
Ossie's fixin' to kill you.

Donnie Rose:
I know.

Uncle Joe:
[stares in loathing at Donnie] The only thing any of us got in this whole f***in' world, is our tribe. F***in' n*ggers understand that. Why don't you?