History Quotes / MickFoley

[[ArtistDisillusionment You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, and you flushed it down the damn toilet]]! You flushed my ''heart'', you flushed my ''soul'', and now it ''sickens'' me to sit back and see other people [[HistoryRepeats making the same mistake]]. ''(Starts beating his own face) ''You see, Tommy Dreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, every day of my life, say ''"Daddy, I miss Atlanta,"'' and I say ''"It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in a Victorian house for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your Dad traded in a hundred...'' (breaks off as he's choked up with emotion) ''thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world – to work for [[Wrestling/PaulHeyman a scumbag]] who operates out of a little piss-ant pawn shop in Philadelphia."'' You don't expect me to be bitter?\\

Tommy, when you open up your heart, when you open up your soul, and it gets shit on, [[MaddenIntoMisanthropy it tends to make Jack a very mean boy]]. And so, I'm saying to you – before I take these aggressions out on you – to look at your future and realize that [[AwfulTruth the hardcore life is a]] '''[[AwfulTruth lie]]''', that [[Wrestling/{{ECW}} these letters behind me]] are a {{blatant lie|s}}, that those fans who sit there and say ''"He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore!"'', [[AllTakeAndNoGive wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire]], you selfish son of a bitch!\\

But I want you to understand, Tommy... I know he's hurt you time and time again, deep in his heart, Wrestling/{{Raven}} wants you to understand... that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no – far removed. You see, Tommy, I'm not doing this because I hate you – I love you, man! I only want the best for you, but when I hear that Wrestling/{{WCW}} called up your number and you said, ''"No thank you."'' – Well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena.\\

And so, I have got a moral obligation. You see Tommy, I'm on the path of righteousness, and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your '''face''' to that telephone call and dial collect and say, ''"Hello...Wrestling/{{Eric|Bischoff}}, it’s me, Cactus, and though I know I've burnt my bridge, and I'll never be taken back with open arms – I've got a wrestler here who would gladly trade in his ECW shirt... for a pair of green suspenders."'' And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, ''"Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer. Welcome home."'' I love being right.''

I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life, a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer? Because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have again. As Wrestling/TerryFunk took a bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much, Tommy, that I'll be honest with you, I wanted to say ''"I quit, Terry Funk, I give. I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore!"'' When I saw my saving grace. Y'see, Tommy, I looked out into that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw [[EurekaMoment two simple words that changed my life]]. ''"[[TwoWordsAddedEmphasis Cane. Dewey.]]"'' Somebody had taken the time, and the effort, and the thought, to make a sign that said ''"Cane Dewey."'' And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign, and the pain that shot through my body '''[[SuddenlyShouting became a distant memory]]''' replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull '''to my dying day'''! ''"Cane Dewey."'' (Mirthless chuckle) ''"Cane Dewey."'' Dewey Foley... is a three-year-old boy, '''''[[TakeThatAudience YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES]]'''''!\\

[[ArtistDisillusionment You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, and you flushed it down the damn toilet]]! You flushed my ''heart'', you flushed my ''soul'', and now it ''sickens'' me to sit back and see other people [[HistoryRepeats making the same mistake]]. ''(Starts beating his own face) ''Y'see, Tommy Dreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, every day of my life, say ''"Daddy, I miss Atlanta,"'' and I say ''"It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in a Victorian house for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your Dad traded in a hundred...'' (breaks off as he's choked up with emotion) ''thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world – to work for [[Wrestling/PaulHeyman a scumbag]] who operates out of a little piss-ant pawn shop in Philadelphia."'' You don't expect me to be bitter?\\

-->--'''[[Literature/TheBible Job 15:20-23]]''', as quoted to describe Mick Foley in ''"[[Creator/EmperorLemon There will never be another show like Monday Night RAW]]"''

-->-- On the life and death of ''[[{{Wrestling/LunaVachon}} Luna Vachon]]''.

And so, I have got a moral obligation. You see Tommy, I'm on the path of righteousness, and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your '''face''' to that telephone call and dial collect and say, ''"Hello [[Wrestling/EricBischoff Eric]], it’s me, Cactus, and though I know I've burnt my bridge, and I'll never be taken back with open arms – I've got a wrestler here who would gladly trade in his ECW shirt... for a pair of green suspenders."'' And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, ''"Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer. Welcome home."'' I love being right.''

-> ''"More than anyone else in that ECW dressing room, Wrestling/TommyDreamer, maybe more than anyone else in the wrestling industry you are willing to pay the price. To sweat, to bleed, to suffer. You're willing to bear that cross. And I say Tommy, DON'T DO IT! Because in order to sacrifice and bear that cross for them... it means that I've got to suffer too. And I'm telling you from a voice of experience that they're not worth it, Tommy. THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT! You see, you got the choice – NOT ME! I've made my bed of nails, and now, I've got no other choice, but to be powerbombed on it. But you see, Tommy, the world is smiling at you. The wrestling business is smiling at you. AND DON'T YOU FROWN BACK ON IT!\\

I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life, a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer? Because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have. As Wrestling/TerryFunk took a broken bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much, Tommy, that I'll be honest with you, I wanted to say ''"I quit, Terry Funk, I give. I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore"''.\\

When I saw my saving grace. Y'see, Tommy, I looked out into that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw [[EurekaMoment two simple words that changed my life]]. ''"[[TwoWordsAddedEmphasis Cane. Dewey.]]"'' Somebody had taken the time, and the effort, and the thought, to make a sign that said ''"Cane. Dewey."'' And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign, and the pain that shot through my body '''[[SuddenlyShouting became a distant memory]]''' replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull '''to my dying day'''! ''"Cane Dewey."'' (Mirthless chuckle) ''"Cane Dewey."'' Dewey Foley... is a three-year-old boy '''''[[TakeThatAudience YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES]]'''''!\\

[[ArtistDisillusionment You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, and you flushed it down the damn toilet]]! You flushed my ''heart'', you flushed my ''soul'', and now it ''sickens'' me to sit back and see other people [[HistoryRepeats making the same mistake]]. ''(Starts beating his own face) ''Y'see, Tommy Dreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, every day of my life, say ''"Daddy, I miss Atlanta,"'' and I say ''"It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in the Victorian house for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your Dad traded in a hundred...'' (breaks off as he's choked up with emotion) ''thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world – to work for [[Wrestling/PaulHeyman a scumbag]] who operates out of a little piss-ant pawn shop in Philadelphia."'' You don't expect me to be bitter?\\
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But I want you to understand, Tommy... I know he's hurt you time and time again, deep in his heart, Wrestling/{{Raven}} wants you to understand... that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no – far removed. You see, Tommy, I'm not doing this because I hate you – I love you, man! I only want the best for you, but when I hear that Wrestling/{{WCW}} called up your number and you said, ''"No thank you."'' – Well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena. And so I have got a moral obligation.\\

You see Tommy, I'm on the path of righteousness, and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your '''face''' to that telephone call and dial collect and say, ''"Hello [[Wrestling/EricBischoff Eric]], it’s me, Cactus, and though I know I've burnt my bridge, and I'll never be taken back with open arms – I've got a wrestler here who would gladly trade in his ECW shirt... for a pair of green suspenders."'' And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, ''"Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer. Welcome home."'' I love being right.''

-->--'''[[Literature/TheBible Job 15:20-23]]''', as quoted to describe Mick Foley in ''"[[Creator/EmperorLemon There will never be another show like Monday Night RAW]]"''

I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life, a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer? Because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have. As Wrestling/TerryFunk took a broken bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much, Tommy, that I'll be honest with you, I wanted to say ''"I quit, Terry Funk, I give, I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore"''.\\

Then I saw my saving grace. Y'see, Tommy, I looked out into that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw [[EurekaMoment two simple words that changed my life]]. ''"[[TwoWordsAddedEmphasis Cane. Dewey.]]"'' Somebody had taken the time, and the effort, and the thought, to make a sign that said ''"Cane. Dewey."'' And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign, and the pain that shot through my body '''[[SuddenlyShouting became a distant memory]]''' replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull '''to my dying day'''! ''"Cane Dewey."'' (Mirthless chuckle) ''"Cane Dewey."'' Dewey Foley... is a three-year-old boy '''''[[TakeThatAudience YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES]]'''''!\\

[[ArtistDisillusionment You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, and you flushed it down the damn toilet]]! You flushed my ''heart'', you flushed my ''soul'', and now it ''sickens'' me to sit back and see other people [[HistoryRepeats making the same mistake]].'' (Starts beating his own face) ''Y'see, Tommy Dreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, every day of my life, say ''"Daddy, I miss Atlanta"'', and I say ''"It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in the Victorian house for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your Dad traded in a hundred...'' (breaks off as he's choked up with emotion) ''thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world – to work for [[Wrestling/PaulHeyman a scumbag]] who operates out of a little piss-ant pawn shop in Philadelphia."'' You don't expect me to be bitter?\\

But I want you to understand, Tommy... though he's hurt you time and time again, deep in his heart, Wrestling/{{Raven}} wants you to understand that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no – far removed. You see, Tommy, I'm not doing this because I hate you – I love you, man! I only want the best for you, but when I hear that Wrestling/{{WCW}} called up your number and you said, ''"No thank you"'' – well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena. And so I have got a moral obligation.\\

You see Tommy, I'm on the path of righteousness, and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your '''face''' to that telephone call and dial collect and say, ''"Hello [[Wrestling/EricBischoff Eric]], it’s me, Cactus, and though I know I've burnt my bridge, and I'll never be taken back with open arms – I've got a wrestler here who would gladly trade in his ECW shirt for a pair of green suspenders."'' And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, ''"Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer, welcome home."'' I love being right.''

Tommy, when you open up your heart, when you open up your soul, and it gets shit on, [[MaddenIntoMisanthropy it tends to make Jack a very mean boy]]. And so, I'm saying to you – before I take these aggressions out on you – to look at your future and realize that [[AwfulTruth the hardcore life is a]] '''[[AwfulTruth lie]]''', that [[Wrestling/{{ECW}} these letters behind me]] are a blatant lie, that those fans who sit there and say ''"He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore!"'', [[AllTakeAndNoGive wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire]], you selfish son of a bitch!\\

I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life, a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer? Because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have. As Wrestling/TerryFunk took a broken bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much that... I'll be honest with you, Tommy, the pain was so much that I wanted to say ''"I quit, Terry Funk, I give, I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore"''.\\

I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life, a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer, because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have. As Wrestling/TerryFunk took a broken bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much that... I'll be honest with you Tommy, the pain was so much that I wanted to say ''"I quit, Terry Funk, I give, I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore"''.\\

Then I saw my saving grace, y'see, Tommy, I looked out into that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw [[EurekaMoment two simple words that changed my life]]. ''"[[TwoWordsAddedEmphasis Cane. Dewey.]]"'' Somebody had taken the time, and the effort, and the thought, to make a sign that said ''"Cane. Dewey."'' And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign, and the pain that shot through my body '''[[SuddenlyShouting became a distant memory]]'''! Replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull '''to my dying day'''! ''"Cane Dewey."'' (Mirthless chuckle) ''"Cane Dewey."'' Dewey Foley... is a three-year-old boy '''''[[TakeThatAudience YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES]]'''''!\\

[[ArtistDisillusionment You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, and you flushed it down the damn toilet]]! You flushed my ''heart'', you flushed my ''soul'', and now it ''sickens'' me to sit back and see other people [[HistoryRepeats making the same mistake]].'' (Starts beating his own face) ''Y'see, Tommy Dreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, every day of my life, say ''"Daddy, I miss Atlanta"'', and I say ''"It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in the Victorian house for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your Dad traded in a hundred...'' (breaks off as he's choked up with emotion) ''thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world – to work for [[Wrestling/PaulHeyman a scumbag]] who operates out of a little pissant pawn shop in Philadelphia."'' You don't expect me to be bitter?\\

Tommy, when you open up your heart, when you open up your soul, and it gets shit on, [[MaddenIntoMisanthropy it tends to make Jack a very mean boy]]. And so, I'm saying to you – before I take these aggressions out on you – to look at your future and realize that [[AwfulTruth the hardcore life is a]] '''[[AwfulTruth lie]]''', that these letters behind me are a blatant lie, that those fans who sit there and say ''"He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore!"'', [[AllTakeAndNoGive wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire]], you selfish son of a bitch!\\

But I want you to understand Tommy... though he's hurt you time and time again, deep in his heart, Wrestling/{{Raven}} wants you to understand that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no – far removed. You see, Tommy, I'm not doing this because I hate you – I love you, man! I only want the best for you, but when I hear that Wrestling/{{WCW}} called up your number and you said, ''"No thank you"'' – well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena. And so I have got a moral obligation.\\

You see Tommy, I'm on the path of righteousness, and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your '''face''' to that telephone call and dial collect and say, ''"Hello [[Wrestling/EricBischoff Eric]], it’s me, Cactus, and though I know I've burnt my bridge, and I'll never be taken back with open arms – I've got a wrestler here who would glady trade in his ECW shirt for a pair of green suspenders."'' And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, ''"Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer, welcome home."'' I love being right.''
-->-- '''"Cane Dewey" promo''', ''Wrestling/{{ECW}} Hardcore TV #126''

-> ''"More than anyone else in that ECW dressing room, Tommy Dreamer, maybe more than anyone else in the wrestling industry you are willing to pay the price. To sweat, to bleed, to suffer. You're willing to bear that cross. And I say [[Wrestling/TommyDreamer Tommy]], DON'T DO IT! Because in order to sacrifice and bear that cross for them... it means that I've got to suffer too. And I'm telling you from a voice of experience that they're not worth it, Tommy. THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT! You see, you got the choice – NOT ME! I've made my bed of nails, and now, I've got no other choice, but to be powerbombed on it. But you see, Tommy, the world is smiling at you. The wrestling business is smiling at you. AND DON'T YOU FROWN BACK ON IT!\\

-> ''"More than anyone else in that ECW dressing room, Tommy Dreamer, maybe more than anyone else in the wrestling industry you are willing to pay the price. To sweat, to bleed, to suffer. You're willing to bear that cross. And I say Tommy, DON'T DO IT! Because in order to sacrifice and bear that cross for them... it means that I've got to suffer too. And I'm telling you from a voice of experience that they're not worth it, Tommy. THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT! You see you got the choice – NOT ME! I made my bed of nails and now I got no other choice but to be powerbombed on it. But you see Tommy, the world is smiling at you. The wrestling business is smiling at you. AND DON'T YOU FROWN BACK ON IT!\\
I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life - a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer, because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have. As Terry Funk took a broken bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much that I'll be honest with you Tommy. The pain was so much that I wanted to say I quit, Terry Funk, I give, I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore.\\
Then I saw my saving grace, y'see, Tommy, I looked out into that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw [[EurekaMoment two simple words that changed my life]]. ''"[[TwoWordsAddedEmphasis Cane. Dewey.]]"'' Somebody had taken the time, and the effort, and the thought, to make a sign that said "Cane. Dewey." And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign, and the pain that shot through my body '''[[SuddenlyShouting became a distant memory]]'''! Replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull '''to my dying day'''! "Cane Dewey." (''Mirthless chuckle'') "Cane Dewey." Dewey Foley... is a three-year-old boy '''''[[TakeThatAudience YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES]]'''''!\\
You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, [[ArtistDisillusionment and you flushed it down the damn toilet]]! You flushed my ''heart'', you flushed my ''soul'', and now it ''sickens'' me to sit back and see other people makin' the same mistake. (''Starts beating his own face'') Y'see Wrestling/TommyDreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, ''every day of my life'' say ''"Daddy, I miss Atlanta"'' and I say ''"It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in the Victorian house ''for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your Dad traded in a hundred''... (''breaks off as he's choked up with emotion'') thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world – to work for a scumbag who operates out of a little pissant ''pawn shop'' in Philadelphia."''\\
You don’t expect me to be bitter? Tommy, when you open up your heart, when you open up your soul, ''and it gets shit on'', [[MaddenIntoMisanthropy it tends to make Jack a very mean boy]]. And so, I’m saying to you – before I take these aggressions out on you – to look at your future and realize that the hardcore life is a '''''lie''''', that these letters behind me are a blatant lie, that those fans who sit there and say ''"He’s Hardcore! He’s Hardcore! He’s Hardcore!"'', [[AllTakeAndNoGive wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire]], you selfish son of a bitch!\\
But, I want you to understand Tommy... though he’s hurt you time and time again, deep in his heart, Raven wants you to understand that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no – far removed. You see, Tommy, I’m not doing this because I hate you – I love you, man! I only want the best for you, but when I hear that Wrestling/{{WCW}} called up your number and you said, "No thank you" – well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena.\\
And so I have got a moral obligation – you see Tommy, I’m on the path of righteousness and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your '''face''' to that telephone call and dial collect and say, ''"Hello [[Wrestling/EricBischoff Eric]], it’s me, Cactus, and though I know I’ve burnt my bridge, and I’ll never be taken back with open arms – I’ve got a wrestler here who would glady trade in his ECW shirt for a pair of green suspenders."'' And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, "Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer, welcome home." I love being right.''