Wade: Tell you what, Heath, from now on we'll constantly remark about world title matches backstage, just between us, but loud enough for Teddy Long to hear it. Let's just practice a bit, hmmmm? So when I say I should have a title match, you tell me that it should be your world title match.
Heath: Check!
Wade: If anyone deserves a title match around here it's me.
[Heath stares blankly]
Wade: Now, remember, if Teddy hears us complaining about our lack of title shots, he's bound to give us one for the hell of it.
Heath: Gotcha!
Wade: The only man on Smackdown who can beat Randy Orton, is me!
[again Heath stares blankly]
Wade: *sigh*
[hours pass by]
Wade: [frustrated] Argh... Now when I say "It's MY world title shot" and press down on your foot, you shake your head and disagree.
Heath: No problem.
[stepping hard on Heath's foot]
Wade: There's no way you can beat Orton.
[Heath stares blankly again for a few seconds]
Heath: [whispering to Teddy Long, next to him] I think he's talking to you.