Yeah, I'm scared. I'm scared I might kill Schmeling.
The one-time cotton picker was now the heavyweight champion of the world.
Why should I? When someone insulted Caruso, did he sing an aria for him?
Let me tell you, that was a thrill. Now, even more, I knew I had to get Schmeling good.
I made the most of my ability and I did my best with my title.
Every man got a right to his own mistakes. Ain't no man that ain't made any.