The Harder They Come

Ivan Martin:
[title song] and the oppressors are trying to keep me down /T rying to drive me underground / And they think that they have got the battle won / I say, "Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they've done," / For as sure as the Sun will shine / I'm going to get my share now, what's mine and the harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all.

[Ivan is fighting his boss over a bike]

Ivan Martin:
You want dead? I will kill you, clot! [he punctuates these words with knife-blows to his boss's face:] Don't! F***! With! Me!

DJ:
You know, this is show *business*, Baby. No business, no show!

DJ at Dance:
Sit tight and listen keenly while I play for you another brand-new musical biscuit from the Hilton's empire. This a brand-new song they call "The Harder They Fall" by the man called Ivan!

Mother:
Why you no bring mango from country?

Ivan Martin:
Mango season bad this year.

Man In Cinema:
The hero can't dead till the last reel!