Million Dollar Baby | 2004

Come here.

Get over here!

You're dropping your left hand. Quit dropping your left hand.

You mind if I talk to my fighter?

You're doing a hell of a job.

Is this the way you advise your lightweight?

Dunn, what are you doing?

I'm talking. What are you doing?

Is this your fighter?

It's my fighter!

It ain't fitting very well.

Fine. You take her.

She can't fight worth a shit!

What's going on?

I was late. Sally was subbing for me.

Is this your fighter?

Yes. This is my fighter.

You got ten seconds.

I keep holding my left up, then I throw a punch and it keeps dropping.

Let it drop.

That'd be a lot easier.

She thinks she knows you. Every time you drop it she comes over the top.

You wait for her, see? That's all she's thinking about.

She cocks that big right hand...

I hear you, boss.

Step to the side and come over with a big good night hook!

Got it right here.

Fight or I'm calling it.

The body knows what fighters don't, how to protect itself.

A neck can only twist so far. Twist it just a hair more and the body says: "I'll take it from here, because you don't know what you're doing."

See the way she did that? Sugar Ray would do that.

Girl's got sugar.

"Lie down, rest and we'll talk about this when you regain your senses." it's called the knockout mechanism.

You forgot the rule. Now, what is the rule?