- That Braddock guy. - Correct.

Who whupped that Art Lasky punk?

- James J. Braddock. - Correct again.

Now, refresh me on this one. Who was it that took that Corn Griffin

and turned him inside out with no questions asked?

Who was that?

I used to think it was me, but now i'm kinda thinking it was you.

No, don’t you sell yourself short.

At some stage, you think maybe we’ll do some taping, maybe?

Why not, why not?

Let’s see. How’s that?

What?

Excuse me, ma’am.

You can’t win without me behind you.

That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.

Maybe I understand some about havin’ a 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.

You know, you’d better go home.

You know, boxers hang around places like this

and you don’t want to get tangled up in that kind of crowd.

A nice girl like you.

OK.

I’ll see you at home.

Please, Jimmy.

I’ll see you at home?

See you at home, baby.