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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