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 fucked up right here!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
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 ass.
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 sex with a chicken?
Damien: Dumb asses!
Stan: Ow!
Cartman: God damn it!
Stan: Dude!
Kyle: Huuh Sick
Mr. Hankey: Ahhhhh
Cartman: You get you bitch ass 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 buttfucker!
Kyle: You're such a fat fuck Cartman, that when you walk down the street people say,
God damnit that kid's a big fat fuck!!!
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 Damnit!
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
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