Red: There he is.
Eric: Mr. Johnson, you gave that team of midgets an ass whupping, sir!
Rocky Johnson: You pile drive a little guy and the whole crowd turns on you. When you're standing there, wondering what they're booing about you get bit on the kneecaps. Look at my knees. Midget bites.
Red: I wonder if you'd mind giving my son an autograph.
Manager: No. No autographs.
Red: Look, pal, I might be the only guy in here who's actually killed a man.
Manager: Give the kid an autograph. And then, no more autographs.
Rocky Johnson: That's really nice. Bringing your kid to a wrestling match. You know, I've got a son. And one day, he's gonna become the most electrifying man in sports entertainment.
Red: Yeah, well, good luck with that. Uh, wanna make that out to Red Forman?
Eric: No, no. I don't think so. It's Eric Forman. Capital E-R-I-C.
Red: Yeah, but see, his nickname is Red.
Eric: No, it's not, it's Eric.
Red: Stop kidding around, Red!