pounds of what?!
i'm called bundini, rhymes with houdini. he was a jew, too. some other people call me fastblack. or daddy mac.
shorty sent me to sugar ray robinson. i gave my power to sugar ray for seven years, gave him my voodoo, my magic. now shorty sent me to you.
i call him shorty 'cause he like 'em circumcised. original people. like moses. and i was a babe in a basket, too. i was born on a doorstep with a note 'cross my chest that read, "do the best you can for him, world." i had to suck the first nipple come along. i didn't run away from home. i been runnin' to home.
now, i gotta ask you. you fixin' them fights? else no way you could tell great archie moore what round you droppin' him in. all of them predictions you make, comin' true. never heard of nobody predictin' the round like you. you either a phony or shorty's in your corner. tell me the truth, young man.
'cause i'm gonna be your inspiration. your motivator. in your corner. can i be in your corner, young man?
ain't spent much time in miami. where the water?
true love!
what were you doin' down at a cocktail lounge, herbert? sellin' "muhammad peeks"?
i got to know about sonji, muhammad. she got a sister?
what am i drinkin'? water's what i'm drinkin', champ! i'm a natural man.
come on in! what's that?
that was before.
before you showed up.
"satisfied?". satisfaction is not makin' it with the woman who send you to the moon?
man, i'm the only normal person left around here and i'm a black jew who can't read and is half drunk.
he so pretty, when you look up "pretty" in the dictionary, he too pretty to be there.
champ. it's eskridge.
watchu' doin' here? gimme that short dog!
nothin' wrong with me!
what that?!!!
leave me alone!
that were a week ago.
lemme alone! i'm flyin'! the sky chief talk through me. i know the word!
yeah? the king gotta go home to his throne! from the root to the fruit!
god don't care about you! don't care about me! in all of everything, we mean nothin'. he don't know us. we be. and that's the onliest thing he did. and that's good 'cause that's why we free. but free ain't easy. free is real. and realness is a motherfucker.  it eats raw meat. it walk in its own shoes. it does not waver.  yeah.
i sold your belt for five hundred dollars to a barber on lenox avenue. that's how low i did you. i'm filled with weakness and got a crazy mind. that belt say you the heavyweight champion of the world. five hundred dollars and i put it into my arm. that's what i called to tell you.
heard 'bout the nation, all that court stuff.
forgive me, muhammad. take me back.
take me back, boss.
i'm clean. and you a resurrection. this is god's act. anybody love poor people and little people and fucked-up people gotta be a prophet.
and the prophet is going home. you the sun. let me live in the light. take me with, boss. . i'll do anything.
float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
you the man! you superman! ain't no kryptonite in this ring tonight!
that's 'cause they know the king is gonna go home to his throne. and they know everybody's with you, now. and they wanna be on the right side!
the motherland. from the root to the fruit. we gonna rumble. in the jungle.
yeah, man!
succubus? suck my dick. they ain't room in africa for more than one witch doctor. and that's b'dini.
meanwhile, has thrown his arms around dick sadler, foreman's manager.
i got him! lock him up.
throws towels across ali's shoulders. ali puts on his long african robe, which is white with african-graphic trim on the cuffs of the sleeves and the hem.
forget every battle of man against man, of mind against mind, of soul against soul. this is the one. this is the greatest.
this is it.
the prophet's come back to claim his own! get the pretender off that throne!
dance, dance!
you gotta move! stick and move!