"WWE divas should be at home, looking pretty, making pasta, making babies!"

[Santino Marella macht Kniebeuge-Übungen und zählt dabei mit.]

Santino Marella: "... two... three... da-four... [sieht Maria kommen] eighty-eight... eighty-nine... Whaw, what a surprise, Maria. Back from the veterinarian? Did you get your shot for rabies? That's for kissing Snoopy The Dogg, huh? Did he take you for dinner? [?] and the bits?"

Maria: "Santino, please, please stop! I've been looking all over for you and, I just don't understand. Why do you insist on having this Anything Goes match with me?"

Santino Marella: [selbstgefällig] "That's right!"

Maria: "I even went to William Regal and asked him to stop the match and he said that only you can."

Santino Marella: "That's right!"

Maria: "So please, I mean, you beat me last week, you pinned me. And then, last night, your team won at WrestleMania..."

Santino Marella: "That's the problem, right there, Maria. My team. I shouldda been (in the) Money In The Bank match, in the Royal Battle, but no, I'm stuck with the lowest form of sports entertainment, WWE divas. It was demeaning! My skills were-ah wasted! WWE divas should not even be competing! They should be at home, looking pretty, walking around making pasta, making babies! We're going to have this match, okay? I need to release some frustration... unless, Maria, you know another way I can find release?!"

[Maria verpasst Santino eine schallende Ohrfeige. Santino schaut erstaunt und wütend zugleich, fasst sich jedoch sofort wieder.]

Santino Marella: "Ha! Ha ha! ... FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY, MARIA!"

[Santino stürmt davon.]