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Guy that's getting wet: Tell the captain the ship is going down! And ask him if I still have to clean up the puke and piss left by the Irish down below.
Rock: Hey, you're the one that hollered, "Pull out." Rose: Now what do we do? Rock: Set up an adoption agency for all the soon-to-be orphaned pink flamingos. And notify Kool-Aid that there is going to be a serious dent in their sales next quarter. Evil, Rich white guy: Mr. Rock, it has come to my attention that, because of your doing, this ship will sink and the poor passengers will be sent to a cold, watery grave. Very nice work, I must say. We'd have made a fine tag team, you and I, hadn't you bung my fiancee. Rose: How do you know about that?
Rock: Then the Rock has no choice. Where is the ring? Evil, Rich white guy: In the third class section, deep in the bowels of the ship. Appropriately, the poor and smelly wrestling fans are waiting there. Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler are at ringside for commentary. The Oddities and Headbangers are booked in the undercard. There's no ICP, which is a shame because I would've used my influence to make sure they went down with the ship. Rock: Michael Cole? That stupid piece of trash is commentating a Rock match? Evil, Rich white guy: That is indeed unfortunate. We will have to make due with no Jim Ross for the time being. Make no mistake, however, my influence will be used to keep Michael Cole off future WWF programming. Mwuhahahahah! Rock: Eeexxccellent.
Rock: Shut up, you stupid piece of trash. Wait a minute Cole. How are you doing? Cole: Well, Rock, I'm... Rock: IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU'RE DOING! Go wait to die somewhere else, away from the Rock. Listen here, you evil piece of rich white trash. The Rock is going to lay the smackdown on your monkey ass, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. To be the man, you got to beat the man, woooo, wait that's not it. I'm the best there is, the best there was, that ain't it either. Here it is. If you smellllllllllll what the Rock is cooking!
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Rock: The Rock says, know your role, shut your mouth, and I think my load blew a hole in the ship's hull. 
Rose: The ship is going to sink and there's not enough life boats for the trailer park trash!
Evil, Rich white guy: I saw the drawing in your chamber. You said, "Do me, Rock." I cannot stand idley by as another man does my fiancee, even if she asks for it on paper. You took something of mine, Rock. Now it's time for me to take something of yours. I challenge you to a match for your WWF heavyweight championship belt. I'll even put up my worthless ECW heavyweight championship belt, which I won in my first wrestling match ever. If you do not accept my challenge, I will expose the secret compartment on the ship that holds more than enough life-boats to save every poor person on the Titanic. 
Cole: Here we are at In Your House: Dead Sea. Rock, your match against the evil, rich, whi...