"You know that you wanna thank me for what I did"

Jeremy Borash: "I'm here with Robert Roode and Miss Payton Banks. In just three short days, you have to stand across the ring from Booker T and look him eye to eye, man to man at Against All Odds."
Robert Roode: [schlürft aus einem Becher mit der Aufschrift 'flüssiges Steak' und nuschelt vor sich hin] "Oh JB, why are you asking me such silly questions? Can't you see I'm trying to eat? I have a broken jaw. Please let me enjoy my steak."

Borash: "Well, with all due respect, Sharmell is nursing her broken jaw now back home. I don't think it's a laughing matter at all."
Roode [imitiert Booker T] "You're right man, you're right. I'm the five-time, five-time, five-time, five-time, f-f-f-f-f-f-f-five-time World Champion. And I can't believe what happened to my wife. I mean, it's all my fault. Hippedee skippedee dippedee doo!"

Borash: "I really don't think this is funny."
Roode [wirft den Becher zu Boden] "You know what, JB. It's not funny. [Stößt Borash weg und wendet sich der Kamera zu] Get in here, nice and close. Booker T, I tried to be a man about this. I've tried to apologize to you. I called you. I sent you e-mails, letters. And nothing. But I get it. I understand. Because you're blaming yourself - and rightfully so, Booker T. What I did at Final Resolution was an accident and you know it. The fact is... the fact is, Booker T, that you know... you know that you wanna thank me for what I did. You wanna thank me. Because now, every single day when she steps on that scale the pounds are going down. You wanna thank me, cause now, Sharmell can't be bossing you around your house because her jaw is wired-shut. You wanna thank me, Booker T, so I'm gonna do you a favor. I'm gonna say: You're welcome. And this Sunday at Against All Odds, you're gonna find out, Booker T - just like your wife - that it pays to be Roode. Now I know: You can dig that, sucker."