First of all, Jericho...Liberace called and said he wants his pajamas back!

I am The Game and I am that damn good!

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

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

Tear to a glass eye. Tear to a glass eye.

Your destiny is what you make. It's the choices that you make. And for every choice, there's a consequence.

Hey, get a nice shot of the brand-new Mr. and Mrs. Hunter Hearst Helmsley!