The Best Defense Is A Good Offense.

Honey, I Just Forgot To Duck.

For The First And Only Time, I Was More Worried About Getting Hurt By The Crowd Than By The Guy I Was Fighting. I Got A Pretty Good Blast When Introduced. The Crowd Was Hollering And Raising Hell. I Looked Around For My Bodyguard, A Colorful New York Character Named Wild Bill Lyons, Who Packed Two Pearl-handled Pistols And Used To Talk A Lot About His Days In The West. Wild Bill Was Under The Ring, Hiding.

Don't Worry Honey, I'm Too Mean To Die.

A Champion Owes Everybody Something. He Can Never Pay Back For All The Help He Got, For Making Him An Idol.

I Was A Pretty Good Fighter. But It Was The Writers Who Made Me Great.