Damien: Everybody hates me!
Mr. Mackey: why do you suppose that is?
Damien: Because I'm the son of the devil!
Mr. Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Some Kid: Dude this is pretty f***** up right here!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Chef: Hello there children. Let me sing you a little song:
I'm gonna make love to you woman,
Barbrady: Well you ain't Veiona Apple,
and if you ain't Veiona Apple I don't give a rat's a**.
Reporter: What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
Some Woman: My god that's disgusting!
Stan: Whoa dude, how do you have s** with a chicken?
Damien: Dumb a****!
Stan: Ow!
Cartman: God d*** it!
Stan: Dude!
Kyle: Huuh Sick
Mr. Hankey: Ahhhhh
Cartman: You get you b**** a** back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
Kyle: What the hell would you know you fat sweaty mongaloid?!?
Cartman: Don't call me fat b***fucker!
Kyle: You're such a fat f*** Cartman, that when you walk down the street people say,
God d***it that kid's a big fat f***!!!
Cartman: Hey!
Mr. Mackey: I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
Cartman: He is a very distrubed little boy.
Ms. Cartman: You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Cartman: Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms. Cartman: You can have a ensy wensy bit can't you?
Cartman: Well?
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Cartman: Okay!
Ms. Cartman: I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts
Cartman: God d***it!
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Mr. Garrison: Dumb a**, what a r*****!
Stan: Fatso!
Cartman: Hey.
Stan: Dude.
Mr. Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss!
Barbrady: Fruitcake!
Cartman: b****.
Wendy T: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had this huge satellite dish
sticking out of my b***, and than there were hundereds of cows and aliens, and
then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
Stan: What the hell are you talking about!
Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Wendy: Barf is gross!
Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's a**!
Pip: Lunchy munchys umm!
Stan: At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack w**** magazine!
Cartman: Don't call me fat b***fucker.
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Hankey: Hiddy Ho!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Holy s*** it's Jesus!
Cartman: p********!
Stan: Dude don't say p******** in front of Jesus
Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace!
Ring Announcer: Wearing very very black shorts..the king of all that is evil...
Towns People: Barbera Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand: I'm Barbera Striesand!
Chef: Barbera Striesand?
Leonard Maltin: Barbera Striesand
Kyle: Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin: Leonard Maltin
Leonard Maltin: Sydney Potier
Chef: Sydney Potier!?!
Stan: Oh yeah.
B.S.: p*** a** little hick!
Stan: You ugly scank!
Cartman: d*** your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey!
Why dont you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, and making me dance for
you, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have s** with some
guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!
Some Kid: This is pretty f***** up right here!
Cartman: Let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Total weirdo freak!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Stan: Oh my god!
Kyle: oh my god
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude Kenny is dead!
Kyle: Ohh!
Cartman: Ohhoh!
Ooooooooww
Well, Kyle's mom a b****, she a big fat b****, she the biggest b**** in the whole
wide world. She's a
stupid b****, if there ever was a b****. She's a b**** to all the boys and girls.
Monday, she's a b****. On Tuesdays, she's a b**** and Wednesday through Saturday,
she's a b****.
Then on Sunday, just to be different, she's a super King Kamayamaya beeyoch.
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom? She's the biggest b**** in the whole wide
world. She's a
mean old b**** and has stupid hair. She's a b-b-b-b-b-b****. B-b-b-b-b-b-cause she's
a stupid
b****. Kyle's mom's a b**** and she's just a dirty b****. Kyle's mom is a biiiitcha.
Mr. Mackey: why do you suppose that is?
Damien: Because I'm the son of the devil!
Mr. Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Some Kid: Dude this is pretty f***** up right here!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Chef: Hello there children. Let me sing you a little song:
I'm gonna make love to you woman,
Barbrady: Well you ain't Veiona Apple,
and if you ain't Veiona Apple I don't give a rat's a**.
Reporter: What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
Some Woman: My god that's disgusting!
Stan: Whoa dude, how do you have s** with a chicken?
Damien: Dumb a****!
Stan: Ow!
Cartman: God d*** it!
Stan: Dude!
Kyle: Huuh Sick
Mr. Hankey: Ahhhhh
Cartman: You get you b**** a** back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
Kyle: What the hell would you know you fat sweaty mongaloid?!?
Cartman: Don't call me fat b***fucker!
Kyle: You're such a fat f*** Cartman, that when you walk down the street people say,
God d***it that kid's a big fat f***!!!
Cartman: Hey!
Mr. Mackey: I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
Cartman: He is a very distrubed little boy.
Ms. Cartman: You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Cartman: Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms. Cartman: You can have a ensy wensy bit can't you?
Cartman: Well?
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Cartman: Okay!
Ms. Cartman: I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts
Cartman: God d***it!
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Mr. Garrison: Dumb a**, what a r*****!
Stan: Fatso!
Cartman: Hey.
Stan: Dude.
Mr. Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss!
Barbrady: Fruitcake!
Cartman: b****.
Wendy T: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had this huge satellite dish
sticking out of my b***, and than there were hundereds of cows and aliens, and
then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
Stan: What the hell are you talking about!
Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Wendy: Barf is gross!
Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's a**!
Pip: Lunchy munchys umm!
Stan: At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack w**** magazine!
Cartman: Don't call me fat b***fucker.
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Hankey: Hiddy Ho!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Holy s*** it's Jesus!
Cartman: p********!
Stan: Dude don't say p******** in front of Jesus
Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace!
Ring Announcer: Wearing very very black shorts..the king of all that is evil...
Towns People: Barbera Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand: I'm Barbera Striesand!
Chef: Barbera Striesand?
Leonard Maltin: Barbera Striesand
Kyle: Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin: Leonard Maltin
Leonard Maltin: Sydney Potier
Chef: Sydney Potier!?!
Stan: Oh yeah.
B.S.: p*** a** little hick!
Stan: You ugly scank!
Cartman: d*** your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey!
Why dont you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, and making me dance for
you, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have s** with some
guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!
Some Kid: This is pretty f***** up right here!
Cartman: Let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You b******s!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Total weirdo freak!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Stan: Oh my god!
Kyle: oh my god
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude Kenny is dead!
Kyle: Ohh!
Cartman: Ohhoh!
Ooooooooww
Well, Kyle's mom a b****, she a big fat b****, she the biggest b**** in the whole
wide world. She's a
stupid b****, if there ever was a b****. She's a b**** to all the boys and girls.
Monday, she's a b****. On Tuesdays, she's a b**** and Wednesday through Saturday,
she's a b****.
Then on Sunday, just to be different, she's a super King Kamayamaya beeyoch.
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom? She's the biggest b**** in the whole wide
world. She's a
mean old b**** and has stupid hair. She's a b-b-b-b-b-b****. B-b-b-b-b-b-cause she's
a stupid
b****. Kyle's mom's a b**** and she's just a dirty b****. Kyle's mom is a biiiitcha.