I quit school in the sixth grade because of pneumonia. Not because I had it, but because I couldn't spell it.
I give in to nothing or nobody. Cut me, break my bones, it was all the same.
I never stole nuttin' unless it began with an 'A' - A truck, a car, a payroll...!
The fight for survival is the fight
I don't know, I'm not from this neighborhood."-to Jake LaMotta after a night of drinking when LaMotta asked "is that the sun or the moon?
Everybody who is young is promising. The world should sue the young for breach of promise.
Hey ma, your bad boy did good!
I was the best street fighter in history when I was growing up on the Lower East Side. Hell, I never lost a street fight. Never. I thought I could lick Jack Dempsey or Joe Louis or anybody. I was fantastic.
