Hunter: Be gone, boring. Just looking at you makes me sad.
Bruno Sammartino:(walking towards the BBQ) Wow! Cheeseburgers! Can you beleeeeve it? Wow! Hello, fellas. What a great event!
Vince: Thanks, Bruno. We're so glad you're here. Sorry we don't have any Italian food out here.
If you're in the mood,
I think there's some Italian dressing in the pool house.
Bruno: No thanks. I don't want any salad.
Vince: What? No, I meant Santino is in there putting on his bathing suit. Jump in, baby. You want a piece?
Bruno: A piece of what?
Vince: Nothing, nothing.
Bruno: Uh, ok. Look, I just want to tell you both how happy I am to be here today. I know for a long time I had a problem with the profanity you used. But you've cleaned things up and this looks like a wonderful family promotion.
Vince: We appreciate that. We've worked hard and it means a lot to know we've earned your respect. Now, what would you like? A f**king hamburger? You want a f**king hamburger on your d**k? Hah? Mother f**king hotdog? Some c*** juice from my d***, c***, and ballbags? Shove that sh*t in your mouth? Huh? Lick it like a dirty whore? (unzipping his pants, gyrating his hips and speaking in a high pitched voice)Oh! Oh! Oh, Bruno! Do me! Do me! Wheeeeee!
Sammartino stares in stunned silence as the sexually suggestive dancing continues. After a minute of this, Vince hands Bruno $500 and he walks away.
Vince: (big smile) I can't thank you enough for making this happen.
Hunter: It's all good. Killer Kowalski made me promise to get revenge on him for their feud throughout the 60s and 70s. Figure paying him lots of money so you can sexually harass him is about right. Music was a nice touch, right?
As father and son-in-law laugh, The Shield walk over. Roman Reigns has ketchup stains on his vest.
Dean Ambrose: Mr. McMahon. Mr. Helmsley. The Shield is proud to be at this great party.
Hunter:(to Vince) We still calling them The Shield? When are we pulling the trigger on that whole name thing?
Ambrose: Uh, what are you guys talking about?
Hunter: Your name. You're not "The Shield." That was just a temporary thing we came up with because we were watching "The Shield" on TV when we thought of it. If we had thought of it an hour earlier, you'd have been called "Cougar Town".
Seth Rollins: Seriously?
Hunter: (glaring) I don't joke about Cougar Town.
Vince: He doesn't.
Hunter: So, yeah. We figure in about two, maybe three, weeks, we'll finally just start calling you "The Little Bossmen".
Hunter: Bro, are you gonna keep asking that? You're obviously new. Yes. Seriously. You're all dressed like the Big Bossman. Have you missed that?
Roman Reigns: We thought they were utility vests or armor because we were shielded or something.
Hunter: Ha ha. No, Luther. Why do you need shielded vests? Who's shooting at you? Nailz? Haha.
Vince: Don't say Nailz.
Not Nailz. But yeah. That's stupid. You're Little Bossmen. Hold on. Here. Listen to this.
Hunter: Diiiiiiiiid you ever take a trip down to Cobb salad, Georgia? You better read the signs. Respect the loyal order or you'll serve hard time! Neer,neer, neer…You'll be serve hard tiiiiiimes. You know the Little Boss-men will make you walk the line. You better watch yourself or you'll be serving hard time…
Ambrose: I can't believe you're really going to…
Hunter: (interrupting) Ha. That's your new theme song, by the way.
Ambrose: Yeah, I, uh, figured that.
Vince: Let us know if you're unhappy with that. We care a lot about the opinions of our young faction members, especially the title holders. Just ask Justin Gabriel, Heath Slater…
Vince: Kenny Dykstra, Ted DiBiase Jr…
Rollins: OK. We get the…
Vince: The Basham Brothers, David Otunga…
Vince continues to list names as the Little Bossmen walk off sadly.
Hunter:OK. They're gone.
Vince: Yeah. That's my jam. What do you say we call it a day?
Sure. I'll back the car into the backyard tent and close the exits. That should smoke 'em all out.
Vince: Good deal. Don't forget your gas mask like you did when we practiced it.
Hunter:THAT'SWHY MY HEAD HURTS!
Ha. What a maneuver. OK. Off you go. Don't worry about me. I'll be safe in the pool house rubbing myself with the Italian dressing.