- Bella Flores: I guess it was unrealistic to think that anybody would show up when everybody has their own problems.
- Scott Voss: You showed up.
- Bella Flores: You shut up.
- Marty Streb: If you're gonna lose, then I'm gonna help you lose. Deal?
- Scott Voss: Deal. Let's do this. Let's lose.
- Scott Voss: How much food do you think is stuck in that beard?
- Joe Duffy: I don't know, but I can see corn from here.
- Scott Voss: Oh, yeah. You dip that beard in hot water, you get ramen.
- Niko: Hey, it's okay to be afraid. Don't worry! Use it! Try to channel it into focus! The last knock-out - it never happened.
- Scott Voss: Three migraines a week say you're wrong.
- Mark DellaGrotte: Bro, you've been eating clean for six weeks. You eat this crap and you'll be lethargic.
- Scott Voss: I don't care if I'm "lethargic."
- [Scott punches his opponent, "Lucky" Patrick Murray, knocking him out. The entire crowd goes crazy, as do Marty and Niko]
- Niko: WOO-HOO!
- Marty Streb: This just happened! This just happened! You did it! You did it!
- Scott Voss: Yaaaay!
- [takes out his mouth guard]
- Scott Voss: Yaaaaay!
- Niko: You! You're the man! We won!
- Scott Voss: [cheers before clutching his dislocated shoulder and going back to Murray] Hey, man. Great fight.
- [accidentally regurgitates the rancid applesauce that he ate prior to the fight, splattering Murray with half-digested applesauce. The crowd gasps]
- Scott Voss: I'm so sorry.
- [vomits even more applesauce on Murray. The crowd groans in disgust. Murray retches. The scene changes to Scott and Niko being driven home by Marty]
- Scott Voss: [angrily] Who leaves applesauce on the rear dash out in the hot sun? Y'know, a better question, who among us, who isn't Amish, MAKES THEIR OWN APPLESAUCE?
- Marty Streb: Yes, yes. Mistakes were made. But, we won.