Boxing Helena

Will:Oh, yeah, I wish I got a model for Christmas. Mm!

Will:Five-nine, 120. Bloo-bloo-blap-blap! Boom!

Nick:Wouldn't that be hard to put together?

Will:I'm the greatest and I'm pretty. You know I made you, Howard.

Nick:Now I'm gonna get medieval on you.

Will:We ain't really get to the sportsmanship part yet.

Phil:I'm not going because I don't want to. And you can't make me.

Hilary:Oh, you're right, fluorescent lights. I should put on more blush.

Ashley:You're an idiot.

Will:I think you look like a family-size tube of Aquafresh.

Geoffrey:I stand corrected.

Geoffrey:Gee, wouldn't that suck?

Nick:I'm gonna float like a butterfly and stink like a bee.

Will:Tight as them pants are, you probably started a forest fire in your drawers.

Carlton:I always scream like a girl when I'm working out.

Stan:Well, according to this, you're a can of Crisco.

Carlton:But spread over a good base, right?

Will:You gotta work them yourself, Hil.

Hilary:Ew! I'm starting to sweat.

Carlton:That was a heck of a workout. What do you say we hit the showers?

Stan:What you say I bring the oils?

Carlton:Oh. Oh, no, no. Hell, no.

Manager:Dog must be dipped at a 60-degree angle and rotated until completely coated.

Manager:Churn, baby, churn

Manager:Ashley, singing is what a Dippity Dog do.

Stan:You know, I got a better idea. Why don't you get back to your workout, you no-good, yellow-bellied waste of skin!

Carlton:I don't believe the gold package said anything about rudeness.

Will:Oh, no, no. You know, cute little gloves, nice tight little outfit. Works for you, cutie.

Will:Ain't nobody ever heard of Muhammad Ali Sheedy, you know. You know, it's Sonny Liston, it's not Sonny and Cher Liston.

Will:Oh, no... You know what? My mom told me never hit a lady.

Helena:Because you're not fast enough?

Will:I can't. I can't.

Will:Your mama. Mama said knock you out.

Kid:Wow, I never seen a freak up close before.

Will:Stop right there or I'll get my sister to come after you!

Kid:You bring your sister over here, I'll knock her block off!

Geoffrey:How should I know? You expect me to keep in touch with a wuss like that?

Carlton:Could be worse. Could be laughingstock of gym like you.

Phil:The sheer humiliation alone...

Ashley:Well, at least I didn't get beat up by a girl.

Ashley:Well, at least I didn't get beat up by a girl.

Gym Guy:Ow! Argh! Hey. You messed up my count. I hate it when people mess up my count.

Helena:Hey. You messed up my count.

Carlton:Okay, but that doesn't leave much for yogurt.

Helena:No, no. When I knocked you senseless.

Will:You know, you have a real aggression disorder don't you?

Will:You know, you have a real aggression disorder don't you?

Will:Take me.

Will:That was really... impressive. Take me.

Will:Girl, you a little freaky deaky, ain't you?

Manager:Code red. Code red. Man your stations, man your stations.

Manager:Page 38 of the manual, 'Don't freak out.'

Carlton:He signed me up for the platinum package. It's twice the price but he promised no rudeness.

Will:In the ring or in the jungle?

Will:In the ring or in the jungle?