The Great White Hope1970

Cap'n Dan:
[Trying to convince Brady to fight Jefferson] Now, Frank, when you retired with that gold belt last summer nobody thought it would work out like this. We just thought, match the two best heavies, and whoever beats who is the top man. Right? Nobody thought the n*gger would lick one first, and then go after the other all the way to Australia.

Smith aka Smitty, Evening Mirror Reporter:
I was down in Melbourne for the paper, Mr. Brady, and let me tell you, no paper here could print how bad it really was. He'd say, "Wanna hit me now, fella?" Then he'd *let* him, grinning all the time. Cuffing him, jabbing, making smart-ass remarks to the crowd.

Reporter:
You're the white hope, Mr. Brady.

Frank Brady, Boxer:
I'm the what?

Smith aka Smitty, Evening Mirror Reporter:
The white hope. Every paper in the country is calling you that.

Fred:
Frank, he lands in San Francisco tomorrow. Come on!

Cap'n Dan:
How would you like it if he claims the belt's his because you won't fight him? How would you like it if the whole damn country says, "Brady let us down. He let a loudmouth n*gger be champion of the world." Now Frank, you go take a good, long look at that belt, and come on out here with it. I know you trust me, and I say you can beat him. And Franklin, the good Lord hates a quitter.