Orton: What the @$%& are my underpants doing hanging from the roof?!

Randy's boots show R.V.D.'s face what "educated feet"
really look like.

All it took was one whiff of Randy's boots for Triple H to lose in their latest encounter.
Triple H: You cheap bastard! How
dare you buy me Fruitcake and Figgy Pudding for Christmas!!!
Orton: Sorry, man...I didn't get a bonus this year.
Orton Hears a Field Goal, in theaters Friday.
Orton (
thinking): Wow, that stripper cake was just awful, but this present I got from Naitch...oh, wait. Cheap bastard still has his own private jet, limousine...
Orton: No, see officers, I wasn't smuggling steroids...

Little did poor Dusty know that Orton was staring at him from the titantron, ready to kill him with his dual-laser eye beams the second he turned around.