Brook: Yohohoho! The Soul King has come to rock your world! Uh, there are no dogs around, right?
Red Hair Pirates: We've come to end this match… Whoa, it's the Soul King! Can we have your autograph?
Magellan: With me as your opponent, none of you villainous scum can hack it.
Hack: You called? Anyway, I have to meet up with Sabo.
Wiper: I once killed a God (for a few seconds). You regular humans don't stand a chance.
Elizabello: Tell that to my King Punch, scrub!
Buster Call VAs: When pirates are being busters, who you gonna call?
Drake: To think you'd make light of such a horrible tactic. The Marines will never change.
Vito: Whoa, a talking T-Rex! Good thing I'm packing heat.
Apoo: Apapapa! I hope all of you voters will check my name on the tally!
Monet: Do you people mind?! I'm trying to read my newspaper.
Dellinger: Geez, what a harpy.
Buffalo: wishes he had some wings
Holiday Chinn: I must say, I have some reservations about being placed among so many big shots.
Master of the Near Sea: notices he's the token animal in this match and swims away dejectedly
Yomo: counts himself as he slumbers