So this is what SmackDown looks like.
I was ‘attitude’ in this place before it was a catchphrase!
You were an ass long before I made one outta ya!
I don’t back down for anybody.
I’d like to thank Mom and Dad, just for the genetics.
Lord knows, if it’s on the internet, it’s got to be true!
It was violent, it was brutal, and it got down right uglyyy!
And when you’re actually finally done, and you still got 5 pieces left over, all they wanna do is play with the box!
See! I just kicked Stan!!!
We know you’re stashing him, Cena!
I don’t think The Undertaker and Triple H need Shawn Michaels to deliver a spectacular match or make this incredibly interesting. Those two can do that on their own. Right now, as far as I’m concerned, I’m going to be there watching it like everyone else.
The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels, is gonna be the man of ’96.
Why can’t I beat up John Cena?
I’m a real American baby!
I wouldn’t want to be anyone to usurp the authority of the WWE.
HB-Shizzle’s gonna be honest with ya, okay. To hit these bad boys, you have to have pinpoint accuracy.
Oh my God! It’s a blackout!
I learned a valuable spiritual lesson in my return to wrestling: God does not give us gifts that He does not intend for us to use.
As I read the Gospels, I never saw a time when Jesus was a doormat. Jesus found a perfect balance, and for me it has been an ongoing search to find the line to walk between making people happy and giving up too much in order to do so.
Resistance builds strength.