The quick-thinking WWE censors covered up Donald Trump's new "Fuck" forehead tattoo with a digitized blur.
Fortunately for Vicky, Steven was there to make the save with the dreaded fishhook.
VICTORIA: Oh, hey, my boots don't match my shorts!
Gimme a "checkmark!"
MOLLY: Um...you didn't just carve "Aim here, Trips" into my hair, did you?
VICTORIA: Whoops! You didn't need that ear, did you?
MOLLY: Hm?
After reading a Nathaniel Hawthorne novel, Eddie KNEW what Kurt had done!
KURT: PONY RIDE! PONY RIDE!
EDDIE: Oh, shit. Hey, Tazz, call Dr. Jho for me!
PATRICK: An' 'en I was all "POW!" An' he was all "OW!" An' she was all "My hero!" An' 'en, I was all "Yeah, wanna go have sex?" An' 'en she was all "I just met you!" An' 'en I was all "POW!"
EDDIE: "Loop, swoop and..." SHIT! Chavito makes this look so easy...
Ticklemania was drawing to a close...
EDDIE: Boots? We don't need no stinkin' boots!
PAUL: Damn you, Willy Wonka! Why didn't you tell me about Violet Beauregard before?!?
HHH (backstage): Oh, shit... The smarks have found me!
BACK-RIGHT DRUID: Shit, I missed 'im.
BACK-LEFT DRUID: Shit, me too.
MIDDLE-LEFT DRUID: Dammit!
MIDDLE-RIGHT DRUID: Ah, I got close!
NEAR-RIGHT DRUID: Fuck!
NEAR-LEFT DRUID: Don't worry, fellas. ONE of us will set that stupid hat on fire!