"cm punk's myspace, twitter, facebook...simply does not exist. Never has, never will. Now I have to spend my time working to shut down all these borderline frightening people pretending to be me. Remember Faker? Yeah, see, at least he had the decency to be a cool ass rip off of He-man. All blue and shit...giant tape recorder in his chest. Orange hair....yeah. Faker. He's where it's at."

“If you say because it's your destiny, I swear to Jebus, I'm gonna start drinking.”

“Doubt fucks everything. Take a foundation, no matter how strong, sprinkle generously with doubt, and watch it crumble. Me? I'm unfuckwithable. Not this knee, not bad weather, and certainly not the many men that wish bad intentions on me can stop me. I rise up, not like a phoenix, but like the zombie corpse of Dick Murdoch. This brain-buster is for you.”

“I hear you guys all the time talking about Daniel Bryan, trained by Shawn Michaels. One curious thing to me is, how come you guys never mention William Regal? William Regal did the real work with this young man. Shawn Michaels took $3,000 from him, that's all he ever did.”

“Punk: "The WWE Championship, in its physical form, was stolen from me and is currently held by someone who doesn't deserve it. Someone who doesn't pay the price. Someone who doesn't understand what it means . . . to be champion.”

“Punk :"I am the one man in the world who can shoulder the burden of ending the streak”

“Punk: "What did you do? How did you earn your title shot at Wrestlemania? You enter yourself in a circus-like 30 man over-the-top battle royal, you stroll in somewhere around 25 or something like that? You throw a couple ham 'n eggers over the top rope.. and you think that earns you it then?”