I'll go back and take what the people owe me.

I ain't the same person I was when I bit that guy's ear off.

My power is discombobulatingly devastating. It's ludricrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

Fighting is spiritual. It appears to be physical from the layman's eyes. In my fights, I seemed to be angry and mad - all that stuff you saw me doing, the yelling and screaming and being mean in the ring - but I'm cool as a cucumber. I can hear everybody talking around me outside of the ring. I can see everybody. I know what is going on.

Every great general and warrior from the beginning of time was high.

I am not a role model.

I sacrifice so much of my life, can I at least get laid?