Instead of typical silk webbing, the Foley spider would wrap its prey in barbwire before eating it.
Kane had warned the Blue Meanie to stand back when his pyro went off.
Sexay pleaded with Kane to let him finish his third lunch before the match continued.
Kane does his best Slingblade impression.
Kane desperately tried to save Grandmaster Sexay from being sucked up into the UFO.
Eugene: I wanna go on that ride, daddy!
Regal: Me too, son. Me too.
Realizing that the WWE fans were weak-minded, Tajiri used the Jedi Mind Trick to get over.
Al Snow regretted the Tequila drinking contest with Eddie Guerrero earlier on.
Tajiri proved once and for all to be the champion of Truth or Dare when he removed A-Train's thong with his teeth.
Coach: Go back to England! And tell them Scotland is free!
Only a dumb bitch like Lita could botch grabbing a target as huge as Trish's breasts.
Lita was wracked in pain. Trish's nipples were hitting the pressure points in her back.
Trish had become so starved over time from vomitting after every meal, that she began to eat her own body parts.
Trish: Don't you ever say that my man's penis looks like an Ostrich head ever again, bitch. *SLAP*
When the ref saw Christian absord Jericho's soul, he knew it was time to take a stance. MORTAL KOMBAT!
Jericho: Ughhh... Head hurts... Where am I?
Trish: On your back, in the middle of the ring...
Jericho: That's the last time I say, "There's no place like home," when having a nightmare.
Eugene had baffled La Resistance by explaining the scientific makeup of the fabric of reality by means of idiot savuant.
Edge was the new Terminator sent by Austin to bury the talent, that would explain why his finger-morphing weapon was done with the middle finger.
Hurricane had body odor that would make even a Frenchman cower.
Eugene: Will you pet my teddybear?
(Strange ticking sound coming from the bear)
Hurricane underwent the tryouts for joining La Resistance.
Eugene: (Crying) It's ruined!
Regal: Well, Eugene, I'm terribly sorry my dear boy. But you have to admit. That bear
was more fluffy and cuddly than Triple H.
Flair: *FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT*
Triple H: Hah, that's nothing, check THIS out... BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAH.
Crowd: Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit!
Foley: *Sigh* Oh no. Not you too, Chris.
JR: BAH GAWD! FLAIR IS LITERALLY URINATING ALL OVER CHARLIE HAAS!
King: Woohoo, puppies!
The ref decided to let this one slide, as Orton was not giving leverage to Triple H for the abdominal stretch. It turned out Triple H was giving leverage to Orton to help him take a shit.
While Cena saw miniature versions of ECW champions on his shoulder when he had to make a decision, it's apparent that Michaels saw up-and-coming stars before screwing a Canadian in their hometown.
When Triple H passed out in the ring, Michaels knew exactly what to do to get him back up...
Triple H: One blowjob, one blowjob, hayabayabaybayba Do I hear one blowjob, haybayabblahblahblah.
Michaels: One blowjob!
Triple H: Two blowjobs, two blowjobs! Do I hear two blowjobs! Hybabayababablahblah.
Benoit: Two blowjobs.
Triple H: Haybahaba two blowjobs, do I hear three blowjobs and your soul? Going once... Going twice... Erm, Shawn?
Michaels: ...Sorry, my soul belongs to Jesus.
Triple H: ...Sold... Benoit retains.
