You think you’re telling me something? What, like, boxing is dangerous, something like that? You don’t think triple shifts or working nights on the scaffolds is just as likely to get a guy killed? How many guys died the other night living in cardboard shacks trying to save on rent money? Guys who were just trying to feed their family. ‘Cause men like you have not yet quite figured out a way to make money out of watching that guy die. In my profession, and it’s my profession, I’m a little more fortunate.
I have to believe I got some kind of say over our lives. Okay? You know, that if things are bad, that we can change them, we can make things better for our family.[to Mae]
There’s still some juice in these legs, and I can still take a few. Baby, please. Just let me take them in the ring. At least I know who’s hitting me.[to Mae]
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Sometimes you have an instinct. You see something in a fighter. You don’t even know if it’s real, you’re looking for it so bad. Can’t have no hope at all.[to Mae]
Maybe I understand some about having to fight. So you just remember who you are. You’re the Bulldog of Bergen, and the pride of New Jersey. You’re everybody’s hope. And you’re your kids’ hero. And you are the champion of my heart, James J. Braddock.