It seemed like those security guys had a thing for Cena. They were all over him like a cheap suit.
Gene Snisky was ready to suck. (Someone has to get that one)
BOTH SINGING: "It's a small world after all. It's a small world after all."
If only Eugine was doing this towards JR and the King....
Eugene was doing his impersination of what he thought about Angle's angle with Booker T and Sharmell.
Eugene was going to buy Tatanka's doughnut shop from him now...if Tatanka promised never to use the "Buffalo" theme again.
Little did Matt Hardy know that the skull on his shirt was marking the possession of Triple H, holding him down by making Hardy have to take a shit right when he was supposed to make his grand entrance.
"Welcome back to Hell, Matt!"
Matt could be a bit happy. There were no pedophiles running this company. Just an ego-driven retard. (someone PLEASE get this one, too)
"While I was having a battle over Adam and Duma, I was trying to find out why the fuck Jeff never got laid yet."
HOT CONNING ACTION!!
SCHNIDER: "I have a career, what the hell am I doing on this shit!"
This was taken right before Larry King and the Huckster told Bill O'Reilly just where to stick it.
Jericho and Carlito had to do this to help Cena. After all, they had just saw the pudding come into the ring, and they all knew what THAT meant.
ERIC: "You're a homo."
CENA: "Uhh, Eric, that only works if you're the only one in the photo."
As Chris Jericho was trying to steal Cena's shoes, he suddenly needed to reach for the Peperation H, the WORST time possible.
JERICHO: "Eric, what is going on with your hand."
ERIC: "Just going to let you know how it will feel once Triple H comes back."
Cena was embarrased. Going all the way back in time, only to find out that no one STILL gave a crap about rap.
"THAT was for writing this show, Dave Laguana!"