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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