Rulon Gardner Quotes

I thought me hitting you and you not hitting me and me making you miss and even throwing more than you means that I won a fight.

When you've got your man down, rub him out.

Pro football is like nuclear warfare. There are no winners, only survivors.

The first time I went to therapy, I had to stop going because they were making me hate my parents.

I like a good old-fashioned fistfight if people are pissed off at each other. I just feel like if you're really mad and want to have a fight, then put your dukes up.

I was the ultimate tomboy because my oldest brother used to always beat up on me and wrestle and make sure I was engaged in sports, because I was his excuse to be able to go hang out with his friends.

There's obviously games and a history you have with guys that maybe you're a little more fired up to let them know if maybe you beat them on a play.

Honestly, I want to wrestle everybody.

If I play against you the first time - or it doesn't even have to be the first time - and you want to be all physical and just talk, or talking trash or whatever, it just gets me going.

Wrestling is one of those things that make me emotional.

Lisa tried to eat me in the womb, that's the real tea.

My brother was probably one of the toughest kids from my neighborhood and he didn't make it easy on me. He made sure I was getting beat up as much as possible growing up. If he wasn't beating me up, he was making his friends beat me up.

My older brother used to punch me all the time because I was a nerd.

I wrestled almost everybody.

I've never had a fight in the street.

I have a brother; we had some good brawls.

One thing that's good is I don't lose it if some old mate goes 'bang!' and hits me in the face.

Everyone knows my style - I jam my hips in, jam their head into the mat and punch their head through the canvas.

I could legitimately put someone in a headlock, for sure.

He’s body slammed enough people to start a new country. And there could be a neighbouring city for the people he’s punched in the throat

Image of a girl holding a blaster to a twin’s temple. “Remember, bi***. You can’t spell ‘danger’ without DNA.” Blam.

Yes,' Spade growled. 'And when you're slapped you'll take it and like it.' He released Cairo's wrist and with a thick open hand struck the side of his face three times savagely.

What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?” Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. “I don’t have a mustache, you idiot!” Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. “And you know what?” I added. “You don’t have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope.” I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.

You wanna fight?" I asked. He looked up at me and, for just a second, hesitated, then said, "Yeah. I do." "Well, I'll save you the trouble. You win.

She tried to explain the real state of the case to her sister. "I do not attempt to deny," said she, "that I think very highly of him--that I greatly esteem, that I like him." Marianne here burst with forth with indignation: "Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor. Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment." Elinor could not help laughing. "Excuse me," said she, "and be assured that I meant no offence to you, by speaking, in so quiet a way, of my own feelings.