Steve Austin: The first thing I want done is to get that piece of crap out of my ring. Don't just get him out of the ring, get him out of the WWF, because I proved, son, without a shadow of a doubt, that you ain't got what it takes anymore.
Austin: You sit there and you thump your Bible, and you say your prayers, and didn't get you anywhere. Talk about your Psalms, talk about John 3:16... Austin 3:16 says I just whipped your ass!
Hendrix: C'mon, that's not necessary...
Austin: All he's gotta do is go buy him a cheap bottle of Thunderbird, and try to get back some of that courage he had in his prime. As King of the Ring, I'm serving notice to every one of the WWF superstars, I don't give a damn what they are, they're all on the list, that's Stone Cold's list, and I'm fixing to start running through all of them!
Austin: And as far as this championship match goes, son, I don't give a damn if it's Davey Boy Smith or Shawn Michaels... Steve Austin's time has come. And when I get the shot, you're looking at the next WWF Champion, and that's the bottom line, because Stone Cold said so!