It's 'boot-o-rama,' ... They've got every bootleg now that anybody, anywhere has ever run. So we've got our hands full.

Remember last year? 'Gregg, you can't stop the run with that defensive line.' 'Gregg, these guys can't rush the passer.' I don't know why I didn't cut my wrist and lay in a hot tub of water. Every one of them played with an attitude.

Well, she didn't run after me, ... She just told me I forgot one of the sheets.

That disgusts me that someone would say that. I wish they would run their hands over our scars, see the pain in our eyes and float in raw sewage. Then there would be no questions.

We don't look anywhere. We look to the first bounce of the ball and we'll graft it out from there, and I'm sure it's the type of game that's going to be a difficult one, one that goes down to the wire, but one in which we eventually persist long and hard enough to get the result.

WWE is like showbiz boot camp.