And Anyway, You Have To Spell Out The 'Twenty' Now, You Jerks!
"Hey. HEY! Listen up, Pomona. I will stop the show right now if any of you mother-effers calls me 'matchbox twenty' again! I'll do it. I'll walk off this stage right now and I'll leave the Fairplex altogether, and you jerks can go get a candy apple or throw Ping Pong balls at goldfish for all I care, because Rob Thomas is not the bitch you want to try to play. I don't need this, crap. I'm an innovator, people. Look at my wristband. Look at it. Ain't no fools wearing their wristbands on their forearms! I'm the first guy to do that. That's mine. It's my thing. Ask me what time it is. Ask me! 'What time is it, Rob?' Well, I can answer that question... because I got FOUR WATCHES! That's right!-- OW! Who threw that? WHO THREW THIS CAN OF MOUNTAIN DEW!!! That's it. I'm gone. Too bad, you dicks just wasted seventeen-fifty plus two dollars for parking. See ya, bitches!... ...But first, here's 'Smooth' with special guest guitarist, blind phenom Jeff Healey!"