When heavyweight champion George 'Iceman' Chambers lands in prison, the resident gangster arranges a boxing match with the reigning prison champ.

Monroe Hutchens: He's a fighter, I'm a fighter, if I'm better on that day, I win. That's just the way it goes. Someday, every fighter loses. Sooner or later, somebody comes along and they got your ticket. Too old, just wasn't your day, whatever the reason is. In the end, everybody gets beaten. The most you can hope for is that you stay on top a while. Be the best.
Mendy Ripstein: [after getting to know the fight has been cancelled] Jesus fuckin' Christ! This fuckin' state. Who the fuck does this fuckin' warden... fuckin' think he is? Doesn't anybody know how to do business in this fuckin' state? My fuckin' wife and her fuckin' asthma and allergies. We had to move to the fuckin' desert. Goddamn fuckin' chickenshit doctors... I should've known better than listen to those shitheels. Fuckin' Palm Springs... Lay there in the fuckin' sun and do nothin'. Then this fuckin' state grabs my ass for taxes. Why the fuck I didn't stay in fuckin' Florida... where people know how to do fuckin' business. Fuckin' wife and her fuckin' asthma. Shit! Somethin' needs to get fuckin' done...
Mendy Ripstein: Two guys fighting to the finish, but just one guy wins because he's the better man, and that's what the god damned sport is about.
Marvin Bonds: This is the fight for what's right. This is the brawl for it all. This fight ain't about money, this is their heavyweight champion, against our heavyweight champion. This fight is for respect. R-e-s-p-e-ck. Respect.
George 'Iceman' Chambers: You wanna hit me?
James 'Ratbag' Kroycek: What, are you kidding?
George 'Iceman' Chambers: You can say you did it. "I punched the heavyweight champ." Might even make you feel good about your little punk-ass self.
Marvin Bonds: Give Hitler's cousin his lunch.