Damien: Everybody me! Mr.Mackey: Why do you suppose is? Damien: I'm the son of the devil! Mr.Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start, why Oh my god they killed Kenny! You bastards! Stan: Oh my god killed Kenny! Mr.Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are Stan: Oh my god they Kenny! Kyle: Say thing Mr. Hankey. Mr.Hankey: Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Dude, is dead. Chef: Hello there children. Let me sing you a song: I'm gonna make to you woman Officer Barbrady: Well you Fiona Apple, and if you ain't Fiona Apple I don't a rat's ass. Reporter: What would drive a man to such a disgusting Woman: My god that's disgusting! Stan: dude, how do you have sex with a chicken? Stan: At im not a little pig fucker. God damn it! Dude! Kyle: Huh Mr.Hankey: Cartman: You get you bitch ass in the kitchen, and make me some pie! Mr.Garrison: You got to hell! You butt plug. Damn! Cartman: Well you too. Cartman: Ms.Cartman: Hun. Cartman: Ass! Cartman: Hey, ill blow freakin head off you peice of crap! Mr.Mackey: I mean your one up little kid, do you understand? Cartman: He is a very little boy. Ms.Cartman: You want Cheesy Poofs? Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs! Ms.Cartman: You can have a weensy bit can't you? Cartman: Ms.Cartman: Just a weensy woo-woo? Okay! Ms. Cartman: I bought you some Poofs and Happy tarts! God Damnit! Ms.Cartman: Just a weensy woo-woo? Stan: Oh my god killed Kenny! You bastards! Stan: Oh my god they Kenny! Mr.Garrison: kind of sick weirdo are you? Stan: Oh my god they Kenny! Say some thing Mr. Hankey. Mr.Hankey: Aaaah! Stan: Oh my god they Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead. Mr.Garrison: Dumb ass, a retard! You fat fuck! Kyle: You. Dude. Mr.Garrison: Don't be a little wuss! Officer Fruitcake! Bitch. Wendy: No, I'm not acting a freak! Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had huge satellite dish sticking out of my butt, and then were hundereds of cows and aliens, and then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio me pinkeye! Stan: the hell are you talking about! Mr. There are no stupid questions, just stupid people! Wendy: is gross! Cartman: Nobody a rat's ass! Lunchy munchy hmm! Stan: Oh yeah? at least my moms not on the cover of Crack Whore magazine! Cartman: Damnit, would you shut the up? Stan: Oh my god they Kenny! You bastards! Stan: Oh my god killed Kenny! Starvin' Yeah I want da cheezy poof! Stan: Oh my god they Kenny! Mr.Hankey: Ho! Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead. Son of a bitch. Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall peace, the way is paved with gold for ye who seek truth! Ring Announcer: Wearing very black trunks...the king of all that is evil... Towns People: Barbara Striesand, Striesand! Barbera Striesand: I'm Striesand! Barbera Striesand? Leonard Barbera Striesand. Kyle: the baby! Ike: Don't the baby! Leonard Leonard Maltin. Maltin: Sydney Potier. Chef: Potier?! Oh yeah. B.S.: Your little hick! Stan: You skank! Cartman: Damn 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 sex with some guy I don't even know on my bed! Cartman: Let us remember the good times, Kenny would wanted it that way, you guys seriously, you guys, you guys seriously! Oh my god they killed Kenny! You bastards! Stan: Oh my god they Kenny! Total, weirdo, freak! Stan: Oh my god they Kenny! Oh my god! Oh my god! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Kenny is dead! Huh Oh hoh! Cartman: Well, Kyle's mom a bitch, she a big fat bitch, she the bitch in the whole wide world. a stupid bitch, if ever was a bitch. She's a bitch to all the boys and girls. Monday, a bitch. On Tuesdays, she's a bitch and Wednesday through Saturday, a bitch. Then on Sunday, just to be different, she's a super Kamayamaya beyotch. Have you ever met my Kyle's mom? She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world. She's a mean old bitch and has stupid hair. She's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, she's a stupid bitch! Kyle's mom's a bitch and she's just a dirty bitch. Kyle's mom is a biiiitchaah.