The Great White Hope1970

Fred:
So, what do you say? If that's no white hope, I'm Queen Pocahontas.

Pop Weaver:
He's the right stuff, Dan. Maybe a little raw yet.

Fred:
*Fresh*. Fresh is what he is. Big, clean, strong. A real farm boy. They're waiting on their knees for someone like him.

Pop Weaver:
I'm ready to promote it, Dan. What do you think?

Cap'n Dan:
I think he's a full-grown polar bear, myself. He's the best of the bunch, I won't argue that. But say we send him over, bang! It's 10-to-1 the black boy does it again. Then where are we?

Pop Weaver:
We won't ever have it on a plate, you know.

Cap'n Dan:
Pop, Fred, let me tell you a secret. The next white hope is the one who gets that belt *back*! Not means to, or almost does or gets half-killed in trying. He takes it! He finishes right on his feet, with a big, horizontal n*gger down there for *good*!