THE TV COMMENTATOR: King Kong in a corner. Godzilla.
THE CORNER MAN: Not me in the corner. Not me.
THE BOXING WRITER: Not the greatest trainer nor the greatest manager. But definitely the greatest corner man.
THE OPPOSING TRAINER: I was in Frazier's corner in Manila. I never thought Ali could come back out of his corner after the 10th. Never. Most any other trainer but Angelo, Ali would've stayed on that stool.
THE CORNER MAN: Nobody ate till Pop passed the plates around. Nobody. Kept the cat-o'-nine-tails on a hook near the table.
THE BOXING WRITER: Switch the corner men in the Hagler-Leonard fight, I'll guarantee Hagler would've won.
THE NARRATOR: Yanking out the waistband, lifting the diaphragm, bellows-pumping life into his fighter. Grabs him by the trunks, lifts him off the stool and sends him running into the ring.
THE CORNER MAN: The guy is dead! He's got nothing left! Don't back off!
THE NARRATOR: Look at him. Tomorrow he'll step out of his BMW and enter his Miami office in Plaza Executive Center North, Angelo Dundee Inc. on the doorplate. Briefcase. Electric typewriter. Secretary.
THE BROTHER: Pop always wanted him to be a professional. Thought boxing was for bums.