Quotes / Ric Flair

Mean Gene: Where were you going with all this gear [scattered all over the ring]?
Ric: Aw, man...you know, Gene...(pauses to soak in crowd's adoration) all I can say is thank you, but you know what? The truth is, all this? I don't deserve it; I got my ass kicked last night, and damn it all, I'm ashamed of it!
Mean Gene: Eric Bischoff did not—(he and Ric talking over one another)—no no, there was interference...
Ric: You know, and Baltimore knows me; hell, I know Baltimore...(crowd cheers) what am I gonna say? I got in the car last night, I went back to the hotel, I called Arn Anderson I said, "Arn, brother, it's over..." I got drunk; I woke up today, I said, "it's over;" I called my wife, she said, "Get home, it's over!" I got on the plane, I sat down, the flight attendant said, "What do you want, Mr. Flair?" And I said, "Hell, I wanna go to Baltimore!" (crowd cheers) And that's what I did! (takes off suit jacket)
Mean Gene: You're warming up, Naitch!
Ric: So Bischoff, wherever you are—and brother, right now, you're the man! I'm asking you, in Baltimore, 18,000 strong, and 20 million people out there, to hear me out, for the very! Last! Time! Mean Gene! (brandishes his jacket) Who made this coat? Hugo Boss?! Armani?! YOU SAID I'M BROKE, (pulls off his sweater) HELL, MY LIFE'S JUST STARTING, JACK!
Mean Gene: Wh-what is—what is this?
Ric: WHO MADE THIS?! PERRY ELLIS?! (throws sweater to the ground)
(Ric goes over to a suit bag and starts opening it)
Mean Gene: My goodness, uh...starting to...
Ric: (pulls suit out of suit bag) THIS IS HOW I TRAVEL, YOU JACKASS! I'M CUSTOM MADE FROM HEAD TO TOE! HAVE BEEN, AND ALWAYS WILL BE! YOU JACKASS! (spikes his suit, starts rummaging)
Mean Gene: Taking all of his clothes here...shirts, suits...
Ric: —custom-made suits! Ties! THAT'S! ME! I'VE! LIVED! THE LIFE! OF A KING! BECAUSE THE PEOPLE! HAVE ALLOWED! ME TO! WOOOO!
Mean Gene: I don't know what—what...what is the point?
Ric: TONIGHT! (reaches for his belt)
Mean Gene: Whoa-whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Ric: RIGHT HERE! (removes and brandishes his belt) $2,000. Alligator. It's YOURS. (throws it down) $30,000! It's a gold Rolex! (throws it down) It's YOURS! Hell! You see this?! (brandishes big fistful of $100s)
Mean Gene: Oh my word...
Larry Zbysko: (on commentary) The guy's snapped!
Ric: $100 bill?! It's YOURS. (rips it in half)
Mean Gene: HEY!
Ric: YOURS! YOURS! THREE GRAND! (throws the money down) I—! (Ric takes off one of his shoes and throws it into the crowd)
Mean Gene: HEY! He just rifled a Gucci shoe! (Ric does the same with the other shoe in a different direction) What is going on?!
Ric: BISCHOFF! I AIN'T LEAVING—(strips down to his boxers)
Mean Gene: OH! Wait a minute!
(Ric, now just in his boxers, bounces off the ropes, struts around, and drops an elbow on...absolutely nothing)
Larry Zbysko: (on commentary) He's wearing boxer shorts!
Mean Gene: Just wait a second!
Ric: I'M NOT LEAVING BALTIMORE 'TIL YOU AND I GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT! I'M TELLING YOU, BISCHOFF! I WILL LEAVE! THE WRESTLING! WORLD! FOREVER! I WILL SIGN...MY HOUSE, MY CARS, WHATEVER MONEY I HAVE, I'LL SIGN IT OVER TO YOU! I WILL GIVE YOU THE SATISFACTION OF SAYING YOU RAPED THE NATURE BOY! IF YOU HAVE THE YOU-KNOW-WHAT, TO WALK THE AISLE HERE TONIGHT, ONE MORE TIME!
Larry Zbysko: (on commentary) He called 'em out!
Mean Gene: Ho-ho! Whoa! You've got thousands of dollars laid out here, you'll sign everything over—
Ric: BUT! BUT! THE ONE STIPULATION...THAT I'M BEGGING YOU...(kneels, pleading) Oh, god, I'm begging you, Bischoff...(stands up) BE A MAN! IF BY THE GRACE! OF THE GOOD LORD—WOOO—I...BEAT YOU...I GET TO RUN WCW FOR 90 DAYS!
Mean Gene: Get outta here!
Ric: AND THE FIRST THING I'M GONNA DO IS TAKE! YOUR HEAD! OUT OF HOGAN'S...ASS! WOOOO!
Mean Gene: That sounds like a challenge!
Ric: YOU! HAVE HAD TURNER! BLINDFOLDED! YOU'RE A SCAMMER, YOU'RE A SCHEMER! YOU'VE GOT...THE BRAIN...OF A PISSANT! AND YOU'RE RUNNING AN EMPIRE! YOU'RE NOT SMART, IT'S TRADITION! IT'S GOLDBERG! IT'S NASH! IT'S THE FOUR HORSEMEN! IT'S THE STEINERS! LUGER! STING! AND ALL OF US, THAT HAVE BLED AND SWEAT! Hell...(goes over to one more bag)
Mean Gene: Wait a minute, there are no more clothes left here, Nature Boy, what is this?
Ric: (brandishing handcuffs) BISCHOFF! I AIN'T GOING HOME...(handcuffs himself to the top rope) UNTIL YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! COME ON!
Mean Gene: (while Flair dangles himself off the top rope) Okay! I've been told we're gonna be right back; don't go away!
Ric: (grabbing the mic) BISCHOFF! YOU TURN THE CAMERA OFF, AND I'LL BE NAKED WHEN YA COME BACK!
Tony Schiavone: (on commentary) Oh my god...
Larry Zbysko: (on commentary) He'll do it!

—Ric Flair's "You the Man!" promo, directed at Eric Bischoff