When you look across the ring at me, and you look into my eyes, you are not immmortal, you are not an icon; you are just like everybody else. You are an obstacle, and I will run you over. And that is not a threat, that is not a warning; that is just a fact! Because brother, I am THE GAME...and I AM THAT...DAMN...GOOD!

Something stinks here, and this time, it's not just him.

You're probably right; he probably needs medication. That's all.

Why don't you make a contibution to my sanity, and do the one thing you never seem to be able to do... SHUT UP!!!

Alcohol does kill brain cells, because you've lost it.

I think that if you go through life and no one hates you, then that means you're not good at anything

Come on, Chris. It'll be just you, me, and the great, wide open over here.