Shelton Benjamin's new "Flight Attendant" gimmick didn't go over too well.
Shelton: My spider sense is tingling.
Choppers: SHELTON. We know you're here.
Flair: You're nothing but a no good crook Shelton-Man!
Shelton: Gotta go! (Backflips out)
Tajiri: Must... steal... black man's... penis... to end... stereotypes...
Coach does his impression of people who ordered the PPV by kicking himself in the head.
Tajiri was cruel, but tying coach up, upside-down, next to a Furby, was way too far.
Meanwhile, Coach was performing fellatio on the ref, while Tajiri was being bondage whipped by Steven Richards.
Flair: Stop that plane!
Garrison Cade gave it up for The Coach for pulling off the greatest upset of all times. Beating Tajiri? No, it's him being on PPV that upset me.
Jericho: Christian, just tell me why you dumped me for her, baby...
Christian: Well, for one, you are lacking in the Flair department.
"That's all right," said Trish, "I don't need to be put in The Balls of Jericho."
Jericho: Mmm, so soft... Yet so firm...
Trish: Um... Chris? You gonna fallaway slam me sometime tonight?
Jericho: Mmm, you know what would be even better Trish? If I gave you a hangman's delayed flowing hovering very slow tombstone... Over and over...
Kim and Holly were shocked, when Eugene's arm extended and A-Train began to ooze out of his arm pit.
Victoria: Hahaha, "Mexican" Surfboard...
Lita: Nice try, I'm not even a surfboard, idiot!
Victoria: Wow Lita, you sure have big feet...
Lita: Mhm, and you know what that means.
(Strange flopping sounds come from behind Victoria)
Victoria: OH MY GOD!
Molly: Take that, you fascist slut!
Kim: Umm... I think we got the wrong convention.
Ref: Hee Man Drag Queen Haters is three blocks south of here.
Orton would die before letting Foley clean his ears with THAT thing.
Foley knew it was a bad idea to invite Orton over to Thanksgiving dinner when the two fought over the first bite of the "hardcore turkey leg."
Orton regretted being the first one to try out the "Foley Hairbrush."
When Foley saw his T-shirt, he knew he could get a massive reward for lynching the fucker with a torch on live television...
Orton: Say cheese Mick!
Foley: Cheeeee-
Orton: SUCKER.
Randy Orton's punishment for being AWOL from the US Marines was letting special forces use his back as a map of possible terrorist locations.
Randy Orton would sacrafice his own body to stop Mick from singing a Fine Young Cannibals song at a karaoke party.
Batista: Shit... They shot Orton in the head...
Flair: Hunter said to check his vitals. (Rubs Orton's ass)
Batista: (Rubs Orton's schlong)
This was just further proof that any retard could capture the French flag.
Hurricane tried desperately to nurse La Resistance into giving him another S.H.I.T.
Kane: Oh yes... OH... AHHHHHHHHH!
Edge: You're the pitcher and I'm the catcher, why are YOU screaming in pain?
Kane: Triple H is behind me...
Edge does his Lesnar NFL try-out impression, while Kane does his Lesnar-on-a-bike impression.
Kane: HAHA, no noogies this time Mark! Oh my bad.
Benoit: TAKE IT.
Hunter: ARGH, STOP IT!
Benoit: YEAH HOW'S IT FEEL?
Hunter: Please don't... Don't-BUAAAAAAAAH.
Benoit: Guess whoo-oooo... Ahhhhhhh yeah.
Benoit was surprisingly satisfied with Mike Tyson's advice regarding whether or not Michaels would screw Benoit like he did Bret. CHOMP!
Benoit knew he was okay when he saw Earl frantically trying to get out of the mime box trap he set.
Who would have thought the Invisible Crucifix was just Hunter taking a dump all along...
Benoit quickly grabbed Triple H and prevented him from splattering Michaels's brains all over the ring.
Benoit: Hunter, it's WAY too soon for you to turn face! Now drop it before they notice I'm stopping you.
Benoit: Triple H, you wore me gold for far too long. Now I have my revenge, feel the wrath of me schlong.
Earl: I SEE THOSE HARTS ON YOUR KNEECAPS! RING THE BELL!
Michaels: WHAT!?
Benoit: Yes indeed, I retained me gold, just as you predicted. But RB predicted 'Mania, so you can all suck his dickhead.