Come over here and sit on my knee and finish your orange juice.
The only thing my old man ever gave me was a beating.
How would you like to find out how good my right is?
My punches are just as hard in Chicago as in New York.
Newspapermen ask dumb questions. They look up at the sun and ask if it is shining.
If they ever let me in the ring with him [Cassius Clay], I'm liable to be put away for murder.