First of all, I love you Corky for spacing them out ahead of time. 
That would be the last time these two had a threesome with Rhyno.
Lita was the first experiment in Vince McMahon's new "Scared Straight" program, implimented with the intention of scaring straight anyone who botches a move.
Coach: Then, why don't you go get me some fly lice...
Tajiri: It's FRY RICE, you plick!
Triple H decided to take Tajiri under his wing.
Triple H: Ok, so first, you point at them and laugh. It really buries them.
Tajiri: Hai. (Both point and laugh)
Triple H: Then, you unzip your pants, like so...
Tajiri: Hai. (Both unzip their pants)
Triple H: Then, you... (whispers)
Tajiri: (listening)...(Spews green mist) Hai!
Triple H: Well, that works too.
Triple H: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS CRAP. Unbelievable. How DARE you have leaves greener than my face.
Tree: ...
Triple H: Look at me when I'm talking to you, you jobbing piece of shit.
Conway: I will rip your eyes from their sockets and skull-fuck you!
Rhyno: ...
Conway: How tall are you, private?
General: President Bush, are you sure? Austrailia has done nothing to us!
Benoit: And next week, I'm going to defend it for the third time in a row.
Michaels: No way.
Benoit: Way.
Michaels: No... Way!
Benoit: Wayyy.
Michaels: No, way!
Benoit: Way.
Michaels: Alllllllllll righty then.
(PA comes on)
Triple H: May I have your attention, will the person who is about to do an Ultimo Dragon move please step into my office, thank you.
Christian: Ah shit.
Lawler: There's Charlie everywhere... WATCH YOUR TAIL, HE'S RIGHT ON YOU! Man oh man oh man... NO! GOD DAMNIT PULL UP! PULL UP! ARGH! (Begins weeping) DIE YOU GOOK BASTARDS! DIE! DIE!!!!!
Christian: I knew I shouldn't have let him do a top-rope move.
Tomko and Jericho desperately tried to stretch Trish out so that her breasts would be more proportionate to her body.
Tomko: TRIPLE X DID NOT SUCK. AND FAST AND THE FURIOUS WAS THE SHIT.
Christian: It's okay, calm down, Triple X was the bomb...
Triple H: Say it... Say it...
Tajiri: Noooooooo!
Triple H: SAY IT... OH GOD SAY IT...
Tajiri: You're still the champ in my eyes! You're still the champ in my eyes!
Triple H: Ohmygod... ohmy... Ohmygod... B... BBBB... BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAH.
Triple H: (Stomp) That (Stomp) will (Stomp) teach (Stomp) you (Stomp) to (Stomp) speak (Stomp) better (Stomp) Japanese (Stomp) than (Stomp) ME.
Kane: Matt... Meet Mat.
Matt: Yeah, I already know him pretty we- (THUD.)
Matt: Oh yeah, extra crispy is
definitely better than original recipe...
Kane: Mmmm. That's right baby...
Lita: !?
Matt: Lita! It's not how it looks!
Lita: *Runs away crying*
Matt: (Pulls KFC bucket out) Damnit.
Kane: Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna need three root canals, and you're going to need all of your front teeth pulled.
Lita: Why!?
Kane: Word is, Triple H has taken a liking to your mouth.
So this is how The King "shines his crown..."
Stacy: So... Is it true what they say about old people?
Race: No, but it's true what they say about viagra.
Stacy:
Randy: Harley Race... A WWE legend. Meets Randy Orton, The Legend Killer. But I'm not here to kill you, Mr. Race.
Harley: Why's that..?
Randy: Any man that can piss out of that thing is more man than I'll ever be...
Flair: See Edge, this is what I'm talking about. Foley is so fat and out of shape, he can't go... more than... five... m... (ZzZzZzZzZ)
Batista's ripoff of Goldust's "Croc-Hunter" routine didn't go to well.
Batista: Awww, crikey... Lookit the soize of him... I'm gonna punch im in the balls, that'll RILLY piss him off!
Batista tried to play off of the ref's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder to try and win back the Teag Team Championship...
Batista: Okay, Ref, imagine you're at a door... And you see a doorbell. What do you do?
Ref: RINGTHEBELLRINGTHEBELLRINGTHEBELLRINGTHEBELLRINGTHEBELL!
But Edge grew smart to Batista's game.
Edge: *Spear* Okay, Ref, imagine there is a fly that just won't go away right under your hand... What do you do?
Ref: (Repeatedly slams his hand to the mat)
Michaels: Jeez these Sharpshooters are starting to kill my credibility... The irony...
Benoit: Credibility? I shit on your credibility! (Begins straining)
Michaels: Oh God...