I breath wrestling. It's in my blood. I have kind of a confidence when I walk.

I run a couple of newspapers. What do you do?

When I think about being out of the business, it scares me.

What can I say? Chicks dig the mask.

There’s been a problem, a problem eating away at me from the inside out. I’ve become weak, I’ve shown human compassion, and it has weakened me. But no more. Tonight I will once again feast on fear and suffering. My appetite for agony will be awakened. I will once again taste the pain of others. I will feast on the fear of the innocent, and that is the sweetest taste of all. Tonight I hunger for a sacrifice.

I don't do what you people want. I Do What I Want!

Oh, I'm ready. Are you ready? It doesn't matter if you're ready!!!