All thanks to Christina ! Thanks sooooooo much chica! :)
"Cut my music. I'm a STAR! Cut MY music!"
"Oh Lord, have mercy..."
"The Hardyz!? We wrestled the Dudleyz!"
"Well the Hardyz beat ya, too!"
King: "Well we can have a little Hardcore title match between you and him. That'd be great!"
Dogg: "Yeah...and I could tell ya the finish right now."
"No. Us? ...C'mon..." (after the Outlaws are given the night off)
"Well, I wish you wouldn't do that."
"I wish I wouldn't either. These are nice boots!"
"I'm not feeling anything on you as a matter of fact."
"He's coming to interrupt the Road Dogg it looks to me like."
"Maybe he'll bring Road Dogg a pair of pants!"
"I don't really know. I'll look it up tomorrow."
"Well, don't cry for me, Argentina! They'll get what they deserve; you reap what you sow in this world, King!"
"...What does that have to do with Argentina?"
"How could you miss?"
"Duh."
"Not too masculine?"
"Well look at it, King, for God's sake."
"You're talkin' about Mr. Ass' name. I guess JR is a good name. That's much dumber than Mr. Ass!"
"Hey, don't get personal talkin' about his short fuse."
"Excuse me? His temper is what I'm referring to."
"Well, that stupid sock ain't legal!
"What!?"
"He's trying to get them back up."
"That ain't cool!"
"Stupid!? Did you see what the Headbangers were wearing?"
"That's just absurd... "
"Who cares!?"
"Why?"
"Even Bill Gates couldn't pay for that liposuction."
King: "Just to prove that he's better than you are?"
X-Pac: "Yeah!"
X-Pac: "That's...that's ludicrous King." (referring to the match for Hos or no Hos)
X-Pac: "Yeah, he's my best friend...him and Hunter...those two guys are my best friends in the whole world."
King: "He's not a better singles wrestler than you though?"
X-Pac: "No!"
King: "You think he is?"
X-Pac: "Oh, I think so."
King: "You're the Karate man."
X-Pac: "Right, I'm the Karate man." (referring to Blackman)
King: "Staff?"
X-Pac: "Yeah...that's not a broomstick...that's a staff!"
King: "Well, I mean you're sitting here with me...of course you are! You're the man!"
"Why'd I run!?"
"You stayed behind me!"
"That chair went flying! I wasn't sitting here!"
"I didn't know you had that in you King."
King: "No kidding."
"What do they say in England? The naughty bits!"
"But of course you can Trishy Wishy."
"You know I was thinking. Since Triple H left, I don't see a need for a match tonight. I mean it's just not fair after last night. I mean, my body is aching all over."
"Oh...I know it is schnoooky bumps."
"So a handsome fellow like yourself would understand and you wouldn't want to subject poor little me to something like that?"
"Of course not poopy pants."
"So, what do you say we just call it quits on the match?"
"And do something else banana cream pie?"
"Well, yeah we could uh..."
"Like?"
"Uh we could..."
"Like what Trishy?"
"Well, we could just...uh...?"
"What could we do Trish?"
"We could talk?"
"We could talk? Could we? And what would you like to talk about? Sexual harassment! Trish, now I'm getting tired of you coming in and forcing your sexuality on me, harassing me if you will."
....... "So, you have two choices Trishy-wishy. Either you get out in that ring and wrestle your little butt off or I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment. Because, after all, I feel so violated! So cheap! So used! So get out there and wrestle Trish because that's my ruling....and it's final!
"Well, you know...I didn't think you were intelligent or handsome anyway!"
"Oooooooh!"