Lita: I can't do the Angry Face like you can, Edge, I might as well just give up on life! I'm a FAILURE!
Edge: You're ruining my CONCENRATION ANGRYFACEAAAAAGGGHGHHHHHH
Ref: Holy crap!
Matt Hardy didn't take kindly to being butt-raped by Bobby "The Brain" Heenan and a constipated Zach Gowen
Thank you for saving me, Over-the-Hill Way-Past-Immortal Brightly Colored Orange Guy!
Hogan: You want HOW MANY more matches?
Eugene: I can't count that high!!
Angle: If I were pointing right now, you'd be in BIG TROUBLE, mister!!
As more and more Diva hopefuls are eliminated, we come closer and closer to the end of this horrid segment.
Yeah, okay, bye, just go. Now. Please.
Hogan: No, no, you're not doing it right. Your eyes have to bug out and you have to make your mouth sound like you're saying "you".
Lawler should've known better than to stand behind HBK while he was doing his stretching exercises.
Hogan: You're the homo, BROTHER! Yes, you, in the red jewel-studded vest and leather pants!
Angle: You spelled Hulkamania wrong, idiot.
No, no, Shelton's fine. He just fell asleep from this boring-as-hell match.
Bischoff: I'll let you blow me in a minute, Jericho, just let me give Chad Patton his nose back.
Jericho: I'd only last three minutes with your wife, Bischoff.
Bischoff: Did I just hear you say...THREE MINUTES??
Closest Ref: No, he's fine, he just whined himself unconscious.
Hogan: Pull my finger, BROTHER!
HBK: Uh, I ain't pullin' that...
I've heard of pulling punches, but seriously...
Rosey: You've almost got the hang of it. Now, for our next flying lesson, I'll get you a spandex outfit and a cool sidekick.
Viscera: Wow, man, I wish I could blow myself up like a balloon like you're doing.
Carlito: Okay, TIME OUT!! You said these anti-gravity glass-ceiling boots would work!
Cena: I lied! Now FEAR MY BELLY!!!!