(Tending to a beat up Mountain)
Doc: No more, Mountain and I will both retire this week.
Rennick: What do you mean?
Doc: No more. He's thru.
Rennick: I, I can let him rest up, I have nothing scheduled for him.
Doc: He can rest up for the rest of his life.
Rennick: What are you talking about he spends fourteen years in the ring and suddenly he gets a little cut and you're going to put him out to pasture!?
Doc: Suddenly, doesn't go fourteen years and then suddenly, from one cut it's fourteen years of cuts. Yeah write me a book all about my gladiator friend. You two can become pathological in 38 years of relatively easy living.