Stone Cold Steve Austin:
(leans forward, eyes narrowed) Alright, Dean, we’re cuttin’ the crap now. I don’t care about your title reigns or how many kendo sticks you’ve sniffed. I wanna get deep. You ever watch your dad sell a VCR for crack money?

Dean Ambrose:
(blinks) …uh, I don’t… I mean—
(clears throat) No. I don’t think so.

Austin:
(snorts) “Don’t think so”? That’s not a no, son. You ever come home and your TV’s missin’, and your mom’s blamin’ “space aliens,” but really she’s high as a kite and talkin’ to a jar of peanut butter?

Ambrose:
(sinks lower in seat) …She, uh… she had some… episodes.

Austin:
(louder) You ever sleep in a closet with a steak knife and a hamster ‘cause your uncle’s got “handsy tendencies” and your aunt’s passed out on Nyquil and discount vodka?

Ambrose:
(visibly uncomfortable) Man, I—uh… (rubs face) We… we didn’t have a hamster.

Austin:
(ignores him, intense) You ever sell your own bike to buy cough syrup so your cousin could hallucinate the Virgin Mary in a Burger King wrapper? COME ON DEAN.