The Philly Kid

Marks:
You just killed my partner. You're dead.

Jake:
Larry hasn't been the same since his wife left him because he's got a small pecker. Truth hurts.

Ace:
Three fights. That's what you owe. You win me three fights and we good. You lose, you, you and that trim you rolled up with gonn' get got.

Ace:
Take care of my horse, Jake. See you soon.

LA Jim:
I train the best, and the best all have that animal that I saw in you last night, but that's not enough. See, right now you can go on the ground with anyone. You just can't get 'em there. You're gonna learn how to stand up and fight, become a complete fighter. Yeah, that's what separates the street rats from the best. You're gonna want it, or eventually... you won't walk out.

Dillon:
What's in it for you?

LA Jim:
Twenty percent. You fight who I say, when I say.

Dillon:
I don't think I'm the fighter you're lookin' for.

LA Jim:
Well, I don't know either, but after what I saw last night, and from what I know, I think you owe it to yourself to find out.

Dillon:
When do we start?

LA Jim:
You got a girl?

Dillon:
No.

LA Jim:
[handing over some cash] Go get one tonight, 'cause tomorrow your legs are mine. Girls are like kryptonite to legs.

Ryan Maygold:
Relax. It's just, uh, a job check - like, uh, a prostate check but without the lube.

LA Jim:
You're a f***ing monster inside. Let it out.

Dillon:
The Philly Kid is dead! He died in prison. And "we?" You mean YOU. I took those fights to pay off your debt. Do you understand that? YOUR debt. I fight one more time and that's where it ends. One more fight.