I don't need a belt to make me. I make the belt. I feel great and that's all that matters. I'm still heavyweight champion of the world.

My birthday was Monday, now I finally get to go home and enjoy it with some Burger King. Here I come baby! Burger King! Burger King!

My talent speaks for itself, I ain't gotta answer nobody else's questions. I'm going home, we're gonna have a party!

Look at this body...Do I look like I use steroids?

Get Julian Jackson in here baby!...Julian Jackson, winner take all baby, that's all I gotta say, winner take all! Arghhh!

I do not care who I fight. Line them up. I will let the fans pick. That is the way to do it because I am a fans' fighter. I want to fight the people they want me to fight. I will fight Tyson, Lewis, Tua, Rahman, whoever. I am a real fighter. You do not see too many real fighters out there today. You have these patsy papier - mâché champions.

If I'm the poster boy for steroids, steroids is going out of business.