— You coulda been another Billy Conn. And that skunk we got you for a manager... he brought you along too fast.
— It wasn't him, Charley. It was you. You remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressin' room... and said, “Kid, this ain't your night. We're goin' for the price on Wilson”? You remember that? “This ain't your night.” My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart. So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors in a ballpark... and what do I get? A
one-way ticket to Palookaville. You was my brother, Charley. You shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit... so I wouldn't have to take dives
for the short-end money.
— I had some bets down for you. You saw some money.
— You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody... instead of a bum... which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charley.