SummerSlam quotes

I'm standing here with what is fixin' to be the future WWF Champion. And now, come on, King Mabel. You gave me the first scoop, you've been involving me plan after plan. Come on, tell me, tell me, what's the final plan? Gotta know, gotta know, come on, come on.

Dok, you, just like everybody else around the world, are just gonna have to wait until it unfolds. Big Daddy Cool, what's the old saying? Fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice; shame on you; but three times? What's your story, Big Daddy Fool? You think the thing with the British Bulldog was the big one?

Yeah!

Uh-uh. It's tonight, and you will see. Long live the king.

Can you imagine poor Hunter Hearst-Helmsley is gonna have to be soiled by this grease monkey with those filthy, greasy fingernails of his, Bob "Spark Plug" Holly. Look at the look on Hunter's face. Oh, this has gotta be...oh, I can't even imagine it myself.

This is degrading for Hunter Hearst-Helmsley?

Without a doubt.

Please.

I mean, that's just two complete opposite worlds. You're looking at the kind of guy over there, in Bob "Spark Plug" Holly, that would spend his honeymoon at a monster truck rally or something, and then you've got a man over here who...his idea of a fast food restaurant would be someplace that could serve Kentucky-fried quail or pheasant under glass.

"Kentucky-fried quail."

Yeah.

I see.

Or squab. You ever heard of that?

Squab?

Yeah. That's the kind of things Hunter Hearst-Helmsley would eat.

Sounds like a detergent. Squab?

You sure you're not from Alabama, like Bob there?

We're back! I'm sure everybody will agree that we were cheated once. And then guess what. We were cheated twice. But tonight, I promise you that third time's the charm for the Body Donnas. And Mr. Barry Horriblewitz will regret ever stepping up to the Body Donnas, and that's a promise. We plan on showing everyone, we plan on teaching Barry Horriblewitz, that good-for-nothing, out-of-shape, natural born loser, a lesson that he and all of you will never soon forget.

[to Sunny after she threw in the towel] Hey, this is not boxing! This is wrestling! YOU GET OUT!!

[on Barry Horowitz] I knew something was up when I looked at his name, and beside his name in the program, it said, "yeah, right."

You've heard of Buns of Steel? I think Bertha Faye's got buns of cinnamon.

[on Isaac Yankem, DDS] This man has been a great wrestler in the past under an assumed name.

What was his assumed name?

I'm not gonna tell you that. He doesn't want them to know. He only wants everybody to know him by his name, and it's Yankem, not Yankem.

Come on, Shawn.

You're rooting for Shawn to win?

No, I don't care.

Come on, Razor.

You just said, "come on, Shawn," earlier.

I know. See? I'm very objective.

Owen Hart, to a certain extent, following in the footsteps of his older brother, Bret "The Hitman" Hart.

Do you have to mention his name at SummerSlam around me, McMahon?

There's no place like home, Todd, there's no place like home. For knowledge and discipline, there is no place like home. But as much as I love... [licks the side of a boiler] ...every square inch within these hallowed halls, it's time to leave, because destiny awaits on the other side.

Was he licking that thing?

But as for you, Dead Man, take this simple warning: do not come in here, because outside the walls awaits you a fate worse than death, and a possible course of events that could alter the future of all mankind! Have a nice day!

Look at Sunny. She looks great, doesn't she?

Oh, yeah, just ask her how good she looks, she'll tell ya.

[on Phineas Godwinn and Zip] Here we go, criss-cross action. Where's she gonna stop? [Zip stops...] Right about there, maybe...[Phineas and Zip rush to the Smoking Gunns' corner and tag both of them] Well, how about that?!

There you go!

Tagged both Gunns in! Look at that!

Now wait a minute, they're not gonna wrestle each other.

They have to, they have no choice.

No, they got...they gotta have something.

They gotta make contact, that's the rules, Perfect.

That's right, Billy now must wrestle Bart.

I want everybody to take a real good look right now at the winners and still World Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions, and that's the way they're gonna stay! Now before we go and have our victory party, I want all you women to look at the Smoking Gunns, at what real men are supposed to look like. And boys, take a good look at the woman next to you—the fat, the cellulite, how out of shape they are right now. And as I look around here, this place is looking really sorry, so my generous gift to you—to make this building look a whole lot better. Hit it, boys!

Unbelievable!

Don't I look incredible?! Mwah!

I don't think the fans here miss Cornette. He's about as popular here as Art Modell.

I don't care if there's 50,000 stinking people out there, it's gonna make no difference! Shawn Michaels, we've proved a lot of things. We proved that Vader can pin you for a three-count, 'cause he did it last month. We proved that he can beat you up, 'cause he did it on Raw. And now tonight at SummerSlam, we're gonna prove that Vader's gonna beat you when it counts, and that's for the World Wrestling Federation Title. I promised last month that Camp Cornette would win, I promise it tonight that Vader is gonna beat Shawn Michaels. Shawn, when he grabs you around the neck and you try to talk, dude, your voice is gonna sound like Peter Frampton's electronic kazoo in the instrumental break of "Do You Feel Like We Do", and it's gonna be a bad ride from there! Because one way or another, we're gonna come out on top tonight. Vader's beaten Shawn Michaels once and for all!