
Maury: Vince... You ARE... NOT the father!
Vince: OH YEAH! IN YO FACE! IN YO FUCKING FACE!
*Party starts*
Lita:

Mick: Dammit now I have to burn my fingers...

Triple H: Bye Belty, see you next Sunday...

In a suprising twist, the WWE rekindles the "who rose the briefcase" storyline.

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Ash: Hail to the King, baby!