We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch! We had the Talent. We had a Fanbase. We had everything we needed, and it all ran like clockwork. You could've shut your mouth, corpored and made as much money as you ever needed. It was perfect. But, no, you just had to blow it up. You and your pride and your ego! You just had to be the man. If you'd done your job, known your place, we'd all be fine right now.