Marcus Bagwell: I'm Buff, I'm the stuff and the girls just can't get enough.

Sting: It's showtime!

Nature Boy Ric Flair: Whether you like it, or you don't like it, learn to love it! It's the best thing going today!

Booker T.: Can you dig it, Sucka?

Bill Goldberg: Who's next?

Kevin Nash: [confronting Bill Goldberg] Well, Goldberg... Looks like I'm next!

Bret Hart: Sting... I'm your friend.

Eric Bischoff: [Hogan is holding a "Vince Fears Bischoff" sign] That's true. He fears everyone about right now.

Hulk Hogan: Well you know... boss... friend... now that you have proven that you are the one true boss on the planet of wrestling... it's just nice to know I'm your number one henchmen.

Eric Bischoff: [Bischoff's infamous challenge to Vince McMahon during their real-life rivalry] There's no need for spins or dirt-sheets. We can settle this like true men, Vince. Just you, and me. You can do it... come on, Vince. Step into the ring. Do what so many other people would love to do. Get your hands around my skinny little neck. You can do it... if you've got the guts. Do you, Vince? Have you got the guts to REALLY show up? I do... do you? Just think of it. Just think how great you'll feel if you're able to step into the ring and break my jaw... knock me out... snap an arm or a leg! Whatever you'd like, Vince! It's no big thing. But it takes guts. That's what it's gonna take, Vince. Have you got the guts, Vince? We'll find out... we'll be waiting for you, Vinnie Mac. With open arms.

Sid Vicious: I have half the brain you do!

Eric Bischoff: [to Scott Hall] I don't want any trouble with you here, now. But I do have to point out, you came out here last week. Where is it? The big surprise. I mean, I've heard a lot of talk, but where's the walk?

[Hall points behind Bischoff, where Kevin Nash is standing]

Eric Bischoff: What? I'm here. Where is he?

[Nash grabs Bischoff, spins him around, and grabs the microphone]

Kevin Nash: You've been sitting out here for six months running your mouth. This is where the big boys play, huh? Look at the adjective: play. We ain't here to play. Now he said last week that he was gonna bring somebody out here. I'm here. You still don't have your three people. And you know why? Because nobody wants to face us. This show's about as interesting as Marge Schott reading excerpts from "Mein Kampf"!

Eric Bischoff: No trouble here tonight. Speak your piece and...

Kevin Nash: Yeah, no trouble 'cause you know I'll kick your teeth down your throat. Where's your three guys? What, you couldn't get a paleontologist to get a couple of these fossils cleared? You ain't got enough guys off of dialysis machine to get a team? Yeah, where's Hogan? Where's Hogan? Out doing another episode of "Blunder in Paradise"? Where's the Macho Man, huh? Doing some Slim Jim commercial? Hey, we're here. You wanna say something?

Eric Bischoff: [taking the mic] Look, I don't have the authority for right here, right now. You wanna fight? Fight isn't with me. You want three guys? Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, I'm gonna be in Atlanta, I'll be in the offices of WCW, I'll try and get you your fight. And you know what? Live, this Sunday in Baltimore, Great American Bash, you guys wanna show up? You wanna fight? You show up, I'll see if I can get you your fight.

[Nash grabs the mic back]

Kevin Nash: [to Hall] I don't know about you, but hey, they love us in Baltimore.

Scott Hall: Hey. Hey, big man, I say me and you, we be at the Bash, maybe these punks wanna fight.

Kevin Nash: Yeah.

Eric Bischoff: I'll be there.

Kevin Nash: Bring what you got! The measuring stick just changed around here, pal. You're looking at it.

Eric Bischoff: Let's clear something up first. Do you work for the WWF?

Kevin Nash: No.

Eric Bischoff: How about it?

Scott Hall: No. Forget about this past Chico, worry about the future.

Scott Hall: Hey bro, are you really Andre the Giant's son?

The Giant: Don't go there.

Tony Schiavone: [Barbarian just kicked his opponent] Mafia kick to the head.

Bobby Heenan: A what?

Dusty Rhodes: What the hell is a mafia kick?

Tony Schiavone: That's what he calls it.

Bobby Heenan: Why can't you just say he kicked him in the head?

Dusty Rhodes: He's Samoan, from the Polynesian islands, the mafia didn't have nothin' to do with that kick!!

Tony Schiavone: Well I was just calling it by it's name.


Raven: They said would be different when I got older. But they lied, in high school, I was despised, I was hated and I was attacked for being different. It's no different now. I'm still hated, I'm still despised, and I'm still attacked on a regular basis. Whether it is Kanyon or Saturn or any other representative of society's norm.


Raven: What about me? What about Raven?

[Scott Hall's speech when he first appeared on Nitro]

Scott Hall: You people... you know who I am. But you don't know why I'm here. Where is Billionaire Ted? Where is the Nacho Man? That punk can't even get in the building. Me? I go wherever I want, whenever I want. And where, oh where, is Scheme Gene? 'Cause I got a scoop for you. When that Ken doll lookalike... when that weatherman wannabe comes out here later tonight, I got a challenge for him, for Billionaire Ted, for the Nacho Man. And for anybody else in uh...

[country hick voice]

Scott Hall: WCW.

[stereotypical redneck laugh, then back to normal]

Scott Hall: Hey, You wanna go to war? You want a war? You're gonna get one.

[repeated line]

Mike Sanders: You'll be S.O.L, and you *know* what that means!

Steve McMichael: He's tossing him around like a paperweight!

[repeated line]

Tony Schiavone: This is the greatest night in the history of our sport!

[repeated line, usually after the NWO won a match]

Tony Schiavone: This is the darkest night in the history of our sport.

"Rowdy" Roddy Piper: "Nature Boy"? What does that mean, anyway? Does he live in the jungle with white-chested gibbons or something?

Tony Schiavone: You kind of ran to the back there, when Sting came out.

Eric Bischoff: Diet drink. You oughta give it a try.

Eric Bischoff: [Making fun of the taped WWF Raw show] There's even a rumor that our competition will be live next week!

Eric Bischoff: Kev, you're from Detroit. There's no way a guy from Detroit is going to lose.

Kevin Nash: Exactly. Guys from Detroit don't lose, ever.

Scott Hall: Hey Zbysko... we were watching old tapes of you wrestling in fast forward, and you still didn't move.

Eric Bischoff: [Bischoff spoils a surprise that the WWF had been hyping for months] Don't bother turning to our competition tonight. The "higher power" they keep talking about, I don't want to give anything away here, but his initials are "VKM."

Eric Bischoff: You know, as I look around this crowd tonight, I wonder what you must be thinking. And I wonder what *Vince McMahon* is thinking, sending his little wannabes around, demanding to talk to armoir. The problem is, he only sends them where he *knows* I'm not going to be. You show up at WCW offices in Atlanta on a Monday, and Sean Waltman I think even you're smart enough to realize, I probably won't be there. But that's okay. I don't even mind. Because Waltman, I know you're just McMahon's little puppet. You guys do what he tells you to do. So Vince McMahon, this is for you. We got a little pay-per-view coming up. We're gonna be in YOUR back yard, Vince. So I got a hell of an idea. Just a hell of an idea. Vince... you want me? Well, consider this a formal invitation... you show up at Slamboree, and it will be Vince McMahon and Eric Bischoff, IN THE RING. But I want to warn you. If you actually think Vince McMahon has the guts to show up, don't buy the pay-per-view. Because I promise you he is not man enough to face me. But Vince, you show up, it'll be me and you. And I'm going to knock you out. Thank you all very much!

Eric Bischoff: Raw fears ratings!

Eric Bischoff: [making fun of the taped WWF Raw show] There's even a rumor that our competition will be live next week!

Jeff Jarrett: [to Ric Flair and the 4 Horsemen about Arn Anderson] Now, I didn't come here to talk to the horse's ass. I want to talk to the head horse.

Scott Steiner: Big Poppa Pump is your hook up! Holler if you hear me!

Sting: [holding up a black baseball bat] Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of my big, black bat?

Nature Boy Ric Flair: [yelling at a child in the audience over the arena's P.A. system] Hey! You shut up, kid!

Michael Buffer: Let's get ready to rumble!

Nature Boy Ric Flair: Wooooooooooooh!

Dallas Page: [high fiving himself] Self high five!

Chris Kanyon: Who better than Kanyon?

Sid Vicious: I'm the master and the ruler of the world!

Rick Steiner: You want some? Come get some! You don't like me? Bite me!

Marcus Bagwell: [during an interview in Buffalo, NY] I'm Buff and I'm in Buffalo!

Bobby Heenan: [watching Ric Flair illegally kick an opponent in the groin] There goes that trick knee again.

Dallas Page: It's not how many times I get knocked down, but how many times I get back up!

Tony Schiavone: Fans, don't even think about changing the channel, because we've learned that at our competition, Mick Foley, who used to wrestle here as Cactus Jack, is going to win their world title! Heh, talk about putting asses in the seats.

Nature Boy Ric Flair: [talking to Sean "Syxx" Waltman] I've had more world titles than you've had pieces of ass!

Vince McMahon: [the final Nitro opens up with a shot of Vince McMahon] Imagine that. Me... *Vince McMahon*. Imagine that! Here I am on WCW television. How can that happen? Well, there's only one way. You see, it was just a matter of time before I, Vince McMahon, bought my competition - that's right, I own WCW. Therefore, in its final broadcast tonight on TNT, I have the opportunity to address you, the WCW fans - I have an opportunity to address you, the WCW superstars. What is the fate of WCW? Well, tonight - in a special simulcast - you'll all find out, because the fate - the very fate of WCW... is in *my* hands.

Steve McMichael: This place is apropos, and that don't mean you're digging around the dirt with farm implements, baby!

Curt Hennig: [singing] Southern born / Southern bred / When I die I be Southern dead / I'm just a good ol' boy / Good ol' boy / Good ol' boy / Good ol' boy!

Curt Hennig: I hate rap. Rap is *crap*!

Bobby Heenan: See, what Benoit should do right now is extend his hand to Bret Hart, his hand in friendship, then reach into his trunks, and pull out something that weighs about 45 lbs., tape it to his fist and hit him right between the running lights, knock him cold.

[on Glacier]

Bobby Heenan: He has two different color eyes. He's half man, half siamese cat.

Bobby Heenan: Flair is the new boss. I am going to hit him up for a raise!

[repeated line]

Bobby Heenan: At desperate times, desperate people do desperate things.

Bobby Heenan: [Barbarian just kicked his opponent] Mafia kick to the head.

Bobby Heenan: A what?

Dusty Rhodes: What the hell is a mafia kick?

Dusty Rhodes: That's what he calls it.

Bobby Heenan: Why can't you just say he kicked him in the head?

Dusty Rhodes: He's Samoan, from the polynesian islands, the mafia didn't have nothin' to do with that kick!

Dusty Rhodes: Well I was just calling it by it's name.