Very, very good Pavlov, all your dogs have barked when you rang the bell. Your test was successful.

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

My bazooka is locked, cocked, and ready to unload.

There's only one thing on my mind. There's only one goal. One aim. One focus.

You will look into my eyes and you will know I am The Game and that I am that damn good!

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

I just want everybody to know, on a personal note, from me, sincerely, it was all his fault.