South Park/Season 4

South Park: Seasons: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 | Bigger, Longer & Uncut | Specials: The Streaming Wars, Joining the Panderverse, (Not Suitable for Children), The End of Obesity

South Park (1997–present) is an adult animated television series created by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. Distributed by and airing on Comedy Central, it follows the surreal adventures of four young boys who live in the small town of South Park, Colorado.

The Tooth Fairy Tats 2000 [4.1]

Cartman: [weighing his options] Hmm. Work for you. Have my penis cut off. Work for you. Have my penis cut off. Hmm, let's see.

Cartman: Do not wake up 'til morning or I will kick you in the nuts. Ooh, in the nuts.

Cartman: T-Tooth? What the hell? Mom!

Liane: Yes, Eric.

Cartman: You know, the tooth fairy forgot to bring me money last night! Call the police!

Liane: Oh. Eric, poopie, sit down. Mommy has something to tell you. It's just that...well...there is no tooth fairy, Eric. I've been putting all that money under your pillow. And because you had so many teeth fall out, I've actually run out of money and can't go to the grocery store for at least a month.

Cartman: You almost had me for a second there, Mom. Heh. "There's no tooth fairy." I suppose you're gonna tell me there's no Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or Jesus, either. Heh heh. [She doesn't respond] ...M-Mom?

Liane: I'm sorry, Eric. All children find out sooner or later.

Cartman: Y-you're serious here. There really is no tooth fairy?

Liane: No, honey. It's just--

Cartman: How could--? How could you lie to me, mother? Lie right to my face?

Liane: Oh, Eric, it's just part of being a child.

Cartman: How can I trust you? How can I trust anyone ever again, mother? I guess, uh to make it through this life, I can only trust myself.

Gerald: Oh, hello, son.

Kyle: Dad, there is so a tooth fairy, huh?

Gerald: What? Oh. Kyle, let's have a little talk.

Kyle: Oh my God! You did lie to me!

Gerald: No. Kyle, she's just make-believe. Like Peter Pan.

Kyle: Peter Pan, too?

Gerald: Kyle--

Kyle: What about Moses and Abraham?

Gerald: Well, they were probably real.

Kyle: Probably? Is Atlantis real?

Gerald: Probably not.

[Kyle begins sobbing]

Gerald: Look, Kyle, adults make up those things because they're fun for children.

Kyle: Fun for children?! Fun for children?! Look at me, Dad! I don't even know what's real anymore! [leaves and sobs some more]

Kyle: All right, let's go.

Timmy: Go! Timm-ay! [shoots off on his wheelchair, pulling Kenny's tooth (which isn't loose) hard]

Kenny: [howls; he is pulled out of his parka] Aargh!

Cartman: [laughs] Look, guys! I can see Kenny's little pingling!

Announcer of the ADA: Fellow dentists! As you all know, we are still having numerous reports of missing teeth from all over the country. There are also reports of missing tooth-fairy money. We believe that there can be only one logical reason for all of this: a giant half-chicken, half-squirrel, that steals either teeth or money from children as they sleep in order to build some kind of giant nest, for genetically superior and potentially dangerous offspring. We believe also that the creature would have at least a mild understanding of algebra, and that it...

Dr. Foley: Excuse me, I think I have a more logical theory!

Announcer: Well, by all means, Dr. Foley, enlighten us.

Dr. Foley: I think what we've got here is some kind of black-market tooth racket. Something where one group is stealing the money and teeth from another group for a profit.

Announcer: [all laughing] Oh, Dr. Foley! You realize how ridiculous that sounds?

Dr. Foley: It's not ridiculous, it's very possible! I've seen it happen before!

Announcer: Where?

Dr. Foley: In Montreal.

Announcer: [more laughing] And where, pray, is this "Montreal"?

Dr. Foley: Look, I know how to handle this. All we have to do is bring down the kingpin and the rest will fall. You'll see! I'll have it taken care of in a matter of weeks!

Announcer: Very well, Dr. Foley! You go on your wild goose chase, and meanwhile we'll deal with the real problems at hand.

Dr. Foley: I will! [leaves]

Announcer: [laughs] Anyway, the half-chicken, half-squirrel would most likely be about 3 to 4.5 feet tall. His large beak is probably detachable and works as a flotation device.

Kyle: But you know, I've learned something today. You see, the basis of all reasoning is the mind's awareness of itself. What we think, the external objects we perceive, are all like actors that come on and off stage. But our consciousness, the stage itself, is always present to us.

Cartman: [long pause] Tits.

Cartman's Silly Hate Crime 2000 [4.2]

[Stan and Kyle give Cartman a cake with a nail file in it]

Kyle: There's a ailnay ilefay inside of it.

Cartman: A what?

Kyle: [softly] An ailnay ilefay.

Cartman: What's that?

Kyle: Listen, aggotfay! An ailnay ilefay so you can eakbray out of isonpray!

Stan: Yeah, you stupid umbassday!

Cartman: I'd love to eat a cake, you guys, but they don't let us take anything back to the cells from here.

Kyle: They on'tday?! [takes the cake down] Why the ellhay otnay?! It ooktay ourfay ourshay to akebay this od-damnedgay akecay, and ownay were otallytay ewedscray!

Stan: [a brief pause] Yeah.

Pip: Let's hear it for Cartman's big fat ass!

[Cartman throws a stone at Pip, who is struck and falls]

Cartman: Do British people count as an ethnicity for hate crimes?

Others: Nah.

Cartman: Sweet.

Stan: You know something, guys? I think we all took Cartman's ass for granted.

Timmy 2000 [4.3]

Mr. Garrison: Very good, Kyle. Now, who can tell me what famous person wrote the Declaration of Independence? Let's see. Oh, I know. How about the new student, Timmy?

Timmy: Timmiihh!

Mr. Garrison: No, it wasn't you, Timmy.

Announcer: You're watching MTV, the cool, brainwashing, twelve-year-old-and-younger station that hides behind a slick image. We're so cool that we decide what's cool. And now, MTV News, the news that is highhandedly dumbing down our country. Which is cool. Here's your host, Kurt Loder.

Kurt Loder: Why am I still doing this? I've got to be the oldest person in this network by at least 40 years.

Announcer: Kurt Loder didn't just say that. No, wait, he did just say it, but just to be cool. That's what makes him cool. You think Kurt Loder is cool. And now, the news that's cool.

Kurt Loder: Phil Collins, by the way, divorced his wife via fax and then married a 27-year-old.

Cartman Joins NAMBLA [4.5]

Dude. You have sex with children!

Cartman: I've outgrown all of my friends. I need to meet more mature people, Clyde Frog. [stares at Clyde Frog] Ohhh, great idea, Clyde Frog! I can meet new friends on the internet! [on computer] Here's a chat room: "Men who like young boys"...that's perfect! [types a message under screen name 'BigBoned'] Hi everybody! I am a young boy seeking an older male for good times. I am eight years old and-- [he gets cut off and subsequently bombarded by messages from old guys] Wow, look at all these guys that want to be my friend! I'll pick...Tony316.

[online conversation]

BigBoned: Hi Tony!

Tony316: So what R U into?

BigBoned: Oh, U know, the usual stuff. :) [Cartman says it out loud as 'smiley face']

Tony316: Kewl. Wanna get together? :) [Cartman again pronounces 'smiley face']

BigBoned: Sure, Tony. That would be kewl. ;) [Cartman pronounces 'winking smiley face']

Tony316: Meet me at Mel's Buffet Restaurant tomorrow morning.

BigBoned: Sounds good, see ya then! <@:) [Cartman: Clown hat...curly hair...smiley face!]

Cartman: [searching online for a new friend] Okay, let's try this again. [typing] Hi everyone. I am looking for fun times with older male. I like to-- [interrupted again by even more older men] Oh, this one looks good. "Hung Daddy". [typing] Hello, Hung Daddy.

Hung Daddy: Hi. I am 8 1/2 inches.

Cartman: Man, dude. This guy is tiny. He must be a dwarf. [typing] Sorry, I'm not interested in being friends with midgets. Midgets piss me off. :(

Cartman: Why the hell does the FBI keep arresting all my friends?! This has to be the work of Stan and Kyle! God, I hate those guys!

[In a jail cell]

Tony: Do you like having your back rubbed?

Mr. Garrison: Eat me, pervert.

Tony: Okay...

NAMBLA Leader: All these men wanted was to love a young boy! There is nothing wrong with love!

Mr. Garrison: I did not want love from a young boy! I like men my own age. Ah! I mean, I like women! Ah! What did I just say?! Oh God, I like titties!

NAMBLA Leader: You haven't heard the last of us, officer! Together we are strong. Come on, men! [leads the NAMBLA crowd away]

Officer Barbrady: [sits down and plops his feet up] Wow, they've got activists for everything these days.

Lead FBI Agent: All right, sickos, where are the children?!

Dr. Mephesto: [confused] What children?

Lead FBI Agent: This... is... NAMBLA, right?

Dr. Mephesto: Yes.

Lead FBI Agent The North American Man/Boy Love Association?

Dr. Mephesto: What?! No! [points to the banner behind him] We're the North American Marlon Brando Look-Alikes!

Blond FBI Agent: Aw crap, we got the wrong NAMBLA!

Mr. Garrison: Aw dammit, I'm in the wrong place! [walks out]

Stuart: Oh God, I'm going to crap my pants!

Stuart: I'm not going to make it. I'm going to be sick. Oh, my stomach!

Stan: Dude! I think these guys mean to have sexual encounters with us!

Kyle: I know, dude! Let's get the hell out of here!

[outside the hotel, as Stuart is being put into the ambulance]

Kenny's Mom: Are you all right, Stuart?

Stuart: Don't touch me! I've had my nuts broken, body poisoned, and been made love to in the ass by three dozen 40-year-old men! [sobs] I just want to go home and take a--a hot bath!

[all the pedophiles are now arrested]

Lead Agent: [to NAMBLA leader] We've been after you for a long time, buddy! Do you know your rights?

NAMBLA Leader: Rights? Does anybody know their rights? You see, I've learned something today.

[Stan and Kyle glance at each other]

NAMBLA Leader: Our forefathers came to this country because...they believed in an idea. An idea called "freedom". They wanted to live in a place where a group couldn't be prosecuted for their beliefs. Where a person can live the way he chooses to live. You see us as being perverted because we're different from you. People are afraid of us, because they don't understand. And sometimes, it's easier to persecute than to understand.

Kyle: Dude, you have sex with children!

NAMBLA Leader: We are human. Most of us didn't even choose to be attracted to young boys. We were born that way. We can't help the way we are, and if you all can't understand that, well, then... I guess you'll just have to put us away!

Kyle: [slowly, for emphasis] Dude! You have sex with children!

Stan: Yeah, you know, we believe in equality for everybody and tolerance and all that gay stuff, but dude, fuck you.

Kyle: Seriously!

Lead Agent: Alright, that's enough! You're going to be put away for a long time!

[the agents lead the pedophiles away into custody]

Kyle: Well, Cartman?

Cartman: Well what?

Kyle: Don't you think you owe everyone an apology for bringing NAMBLA here?

Boys: Yeah!

Cartman: [half-heartedly] Alright, alright, I'm sorry I almost got you guys all raped. There.

Stan: And now, you still wanna hang out with older mature friends?

Cartman: No, I guess you guys will blossom into maturity someday. Just don't take too long.

Cherokee Hair Tampons [4.6]

Mr. Garrison: [writing] Diana had never slept with another woman before, but it was an erotic thought she often fantasized about. [aside to Mr. Hat] Oh, yeah, Mr. Hat! Hot lesbo scene coming up! And as Rebecca's naked body lay before her, Diana couldn't help but feel aroused. "Go on," Rebecca said softly. "Touch me." Diana leaned down slowly, and brushed Rebecca's bare stomach with her fingertips. It felt good. Like a penis. A soft, but sturdy penis that felt warm to the touch. In Rebecca's mind, she suddenly felt like she was surrounded by penises. They were all around her, flopping all around, and slapping her face. It was as if she were in a redwood forest of penises. They presented themselves, tall and mighty, all around her, wi- [Mr. Hat slowly slides under the desk] Mr. Hat, what the heck are you doing? ...oh, Mr. Hat!

Chef Goes Nanners [4.7]

Stan and Kyle: Hello, Chef.

Chef: (sternly) My name isn't Chef anymore, children. I converted to Islam.

Stan: Islam?

Chef: From now on, my name is Abdul Mohammed Jabar Rauf Kareem Ali.

As he says this, a Middle Eastern-looking person stands next to him, holding a long sign with his name in front of where Chef's apron normally says "Chef".

Mr. Garrison: Oh, I'm sorry, Chef, Mr. Hat is a racist son of a bitch.

Mr. Hat: Don't apologize for me to that spear-chucker!

Chef is visibly outraged - Mr. Garrison quickly panics and flees

Wendy: Bebe...I'm attracted to Cartman.

Bebe: Aaaaaaahhh!

Wendy: I know...

KKK: [chanting] White power! White power!

Klan Leader: Well, that's enough rallying for this afternoon, members! Let's take a hot shower.

KKK: [chanting] Hot shower! Hot shower! Hot shower!

Jimbo: [whispering] All right, Ned, we got to be careful. These are really evil men we're dealing with here...

Ned: [loudly because of his voice box] Okay...

Jimbo: [whispering angrily] Dammit, Ned, doesn't that thing have a volume control?

Ned: [loudly] No.

Klan Leader: Now, brothers, it is time for us all to come together and do our cake raffle!

KKK: [conversing] Ooh, cake raffle!

Klan Leader: This week's winner is 2...9...7...4.

Klan Member: I won! I won! I won the cake!

Klan Leader: Good job, brother.

Something You Can Do with Your Finger [4.8]

Wendy: Miiis-suuus Landers was a health nut. She cooked food in a wok.

Mr. Harris was her boyfriend, and he had a great big

Cock-a-doodle-doodle, the rooster just won't quit

And I don't want my breakfast, because it tastes like

Shih tzus make good house pets. They're cuddly and sweet.

Monkeys aren't good to have, because they like to beat their

Meeting in the office or meeting in the hall,

The boss, he wants to see you so you can suck his

Balzac was a writer, he lived with Allen Funt

Mrs. Roberts didn't like him, but that's 'cause she's a

Contaminated water can really make you sick.

Your bladder gets infected, and blood comes out your

Dictate what I'm saying, 'cause it will bring you luck

And if you all don't like it, I don't give a flying fuck!

Cartman: Thanks, Wendy. Don't call us, we won't call you neither.

Fingerbang: Finger-bang! Bang bang! Finger-bang! Bang bang bang! I'm gonna finger-bang bang you into my life! Girl you you like to finger-bang and that's all right! 'Cause I'm the king of finger-bang and let's not fight. I'm going to finger-bang bang you every night. I'm going to finger-bang bang you every night!

Cartman: You guys, I had a dream of how I can make ten million dollars. You ready? ...Boy band.

Stan: Boy band?

Cartman: Boy band.

Kyle: I'm not joining any faggy boy band.

Cartman: There's nothing faggy about ten million dollars, asshole!

Stan: Hey Cartman, what does "finger-bang" mean, anyway?

Cartman: I heard it on HBO, it means, like, you know, when you pretend to use your finger like a gun or something.

Kenny: [laughs] That's not what it means.

Stan: Kenny says that's not what it means.

Cartman: Okay, Kenny, what does "finger-bang" mean then?

Kenny: It's when you take your finger, and you stick it in a vagina and you stick it again and again.

Cartman: ...What? What?! Who the heck would do that?! Jesus Christ! Grow up, Kenny, would you?!

Do the Handicapped Go to Hell? [4.9]

Interior shot, Sunday school. Sister Anne tries to explain to the boys how communion works, as well as Transubstantiation, which they can't understand.

Sister Anne: Now let me explain how communion works. The priest will give you this round cracker. And this cracker is the body of Christ.

Cartman: Jesus was made of…crackers?

Sister Anne: No.

Stan: But crackers are his body.

Sister Anne: Yes.

Kenny: What?

Sister Anne: In the book of Mark, Jesus distributed bread and said "Eat this, for it is my body."

Cartman: So we won't go to Hell as long as we eat crackers.

Sister Anne: No no no no!

Butters: Well, what are we eating then?

Sister Anne: The body of Christ!

Stan: No no no, I get it. Jesus wanted us to eat him, but he didn't want us to be cannibals...so he turned himself into crackers and then told people to eat him.

Sister Anne: No!

Stan: No?!

Butters: I can't whistle if I eat too many crackers.

Sister Anne: Look, all you need to know is that when the priest gives you the cracker, you eat it. Okay?

Boys: Okay...

Sister Anne: And then you will drink a very small amount of wine. For that, is the blood of Christ.

Cartman: Oh come on now, this is just getting silly.

Sister Anne: Eric, do you want to go to hell?

Cartman: No!

Sister Anne: Then stop questioning me.

Stan: [after Kenny is hit by a bus] Oh my God! They killed Kenny!

Butters: He had sins that he didn't confess!

Cartman: And he never took communion!

Stan: He's doomed.

Cartman: It's a man's obligation to stick his boneration in a woman's separation; this sort of penetration will increase the population of the younger generation.

Satan: No, it can't be! You're dead! I killed you!

Saddam Hussein: Yeah, you killed me. So? Where was I going to go, Detroit?

[Cartman has been confessing his sins, unaware of who is in the other side of the confessional]

Cartman: And that was about everything from first grade. And then last year...you can't tell anybody about this stuff, right?

Father Maxi: Your confession does not leave this box.

Cartman: Okay, because last year, I took a sandwich that the priest of this church had been eating.

Maxi: Oh. Well, I'm sure he would forgive you...if he...knew.

Cartman: No but I'm not finished yet. I took the sandwich that the priest was eating, took the piece of ham out of it, put it between my butt cheeks, and then put the sandwich back and watched him eat it.

Maxi: [annoyed] I see.

Cartman: And then this other time, I went pee pee in the holy water thing, and the priest blessed himself on the forehead with it every day for about a week. And then this one time, I was at the park, and the priest was out walking his dog, and I went number two on the sidewalk, and then told Officer Barbrady that it was the priest's dog, so then the priest got fined like $100 for not picking it up. And then this one time, I put superglue all over the priest's bottom...

[Father Maxi, who has been getting steadily angrier during this confession, finally smashes through the confessional screen and begins throttling Cartman]

Probably [4.10]

[Cartman stands on a platform and is preaching to the kids. He speaks in the manner of a stereotypical, fire-and-brimstone televangelist.]

Cartman: I am saying this because we must be saved-ah. The Lord is powerful and he will smote the sinners and send them to everlasting hell-ah. If you do not live your life for Him-ah, then to the lake of fire you shall go-ah!

Principal Victoria: [approaches with parents behind the gathering] You see that, parents? Your children have refused to come into class since this morning. I'm afraid your son is the leader, Ms. Cartman.

Cartman: [meanwhile, in the background] Well, God is going to heal those eyes and save you from the devil begone-ah! O praise His name!

Principal Victoria: Apparently he's read the entire Bible, and now he's scaring the hell out of everyone.

Cartman: [in the background] But some of you believe in the power of God-ah! Do you believe he is going to cure your face of the uglies?

Ms. Cartman: [to Eric] Poopikins, it's time to stop preaching damnation to everyone, sweetie!

[Cartman preaching behind the school]

Cartman: Many of you knew Kenny McCormick. He was a playful school-going 8-year-old. And then yesterday, he was smacked down by the Lord-ah! God bitch-slapped him right down to the fiery depths of hell-ah!

[Kenny has arrived in Mexico]

Kenny: [muffled by his parka] Where am I?

Mexican: Que?

Kenny: [muffled] Where am I?!

Mexican: Que?

[Cartman preaching in church. He twists Kenny's account to him of being in Mexico as that of Kenny's damned soul calling from Hell.]

Cartman: Friends, I have to tell you that last night I received a phone call from beyond the grave-ah.

[the kids gasp]

Cartman: It was our departed friend, Kenny, calling from the depths of Hell and he described what Hell is like in horrid detail-ah. He said that in Hell, the smell is awful. He says that in Hell...everyone speaks Spanish!

[gasp]

Cartman: He said there is water in Hell, but if you drink it you pee blood out your ass for seven hours-ah!

[gasp]

Cartman: And perhaps worst of all, in Hell there are dozens and dozens of little trinket stores, but they all have the same little trinkets in them-ah!

[gasp]

Protestant: Hey, wait a minute, I was a complete and devout Protestant. I thought we got into Heaven?

Hell Orientation Director: Yes, well, I'm afraid you were wrong.

Jehovah's Witness: I was a practicing Jehovah's Witness.

Hell Orientation Director: You picked the wrong religion as well.

Random Orientation Attendee: Well, who was right? Who got into Heaven?

Hell Orientation Director: I'm afraid it was the Mormons...the Mormons were the correct answer.

Orientation Attendees: [collective groan]

Chris: Satan!

Satan: Chris!

[they run to embrace each other]

Satan: But I thought Saddam killed you?

Chris: Well, yeah, where was I going to go, Detroit?

God: [after hearing Satan's story] Jesus, what the heck happened to you?

Satan: Huh?

God: You got kicked out of here for being a headstrong rebel. And now you're a whiny little bitch.

Trapper Keeper [4.12]

Bill Cosby Robot: [drawing a gun] Well, that does it!

Kyle: Hey, what are you doing?

Bill Cosby Robot: I have no other choice. For the sake of humanity I have to kill him. [Cartman]

Kyle: Oh, okay. hello.

Stan: That's fine. [pauses] No, wait!

Bill Cosby Robot: What?

Stan: Can I do it?

Bill Cosby Robot: Oh well, I suppose. [hands gun over to Stan]

Stan: Sweet! Kiss your ass goodbye, Fat boy!

Bill Cosby Robot: Wait, perhaps there is another way. If you take me to where Eric Cartman lives, I could try reasoning with his human mother.

Stan: Well, yeah. Or we could just kill him.

Kyle: Yeah, that would be faster.

Stan: He's right there.

Bill Cosby Robot: I'm afraid I can't. I think I'm actually starting to feel what you "humans" call compassion. It's an amazing feeling.

Stan and Kyle: Oh.

[Kyle enters the core of Cartman/Trapper Keeper]

Cartman/Trapper Keeper: What are you doing, Kyle?

Kyle: I'm going to shut down the Trapper Keeper's CPU.

Cartman/Trapper Keeper: I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Kyle.

Kyle: [angrily] Screw you, fat boy.

Cartman/Trapper Keeper: Hey, screw you!

Mr. Garrison:: What the hell is that? [walks to the window and looks out] Oh my God! What is that thing?! Children, there's some huge bulbous monstrosity heading for the classroom! [some of the kids slink down in their seats] Oh my God, it's awful! It's coming for the door. [the doorknob turns and the kindergartners crouch in terror]

Rosie O'Donnell:: Hello, kids!

Officer Barbrady: Now there's two of those things!

[Trying to resolve the dispute over who has been elected kindergarten class president]

Mr. Garrison: All right, children. As you know, we've been waiting for the absent kid's ballot to come in. Well, his mother was nice enough to bring him in from the hospital so that he could cast his vote. Mrs. Harris?

[She comes in, guiding a sick boy hooked to an IV pole. He hands his ballot to Mr. Garrison and coughs something up onto the floor.]

Mr. Garrison: Thank you very much, Billy. Don't forget to pick up your lung.

[He picks it up and leaves with his mother.]

Helen Keller! The Musical [4.13]

[Kyle has agreed to buy a turkey from a rancher]

Kyle: How much?

Rancher: Fifty bucks.

Kyle: But you were just gonna take it out in the backyard and put a bullet in its head!

Rancher: I know! Now I gotta find something else to shoot.

Cartman: Speak to me, Helen. Let me be your voice. [nothing happens] Come on, you blind bitch! Channel your spirit through me!

[Cartman has agreed to be blindfolded and ear muffed to get an idea of Helen Keller's perspective; he sees various frightening images]

Cartman: Oh, man!

Maynard: What did you see?

Cartman: Nothing, just the same old crap I always see when I close my eyes.

Mr. Mackey: Every year the fourth-graders do The Miracle Worker and every year I have to sit and watch it.

Principal Victoria: Yeah, I swore that if I had to see it one more time I'd put a bullet in my head. But luckily I got really stoned before I came.

Pip [4.14]

Pip: Joe, do you know anything about women?

Joe: Sure! They're those things with vaginas in 'em!

Pocket: Oh, we'll have a gay old time! ...and by "gay", I mean "happy" not "penetration of the bum"!

Fat Camp [4.15]

Audience Member: Hey kid! I'll give you 20 bucks to eat a really old piece of bacon!

Stan: Chef, what's a prostitute?

Chef: Dagnabbit children! How come every time you come in here, you gotta be asking me questions that I shouldn't be answering?! "Chef, what's a clitoris?" "What's a lesbian, Chef?" "How come they call it a 'rimjob', Chef?" For once, can't you just come in here and say "Hi, Chef. Nice day, isn't it?"

Stan: Okay. Hi, Chef. Nice day, isn't it?

Chef: It sure is!

Stan: Chef, what's a prostitute?

Counselor Rick: Hello, camper! My name is Rick. How are you doing?

Cartman: Well, I'm pissed off, Rick! How are you?

Cartman: All right, I don't know who the hell put you all up to this, but I am not going to some gay-ass fat camp!

Mr. Mackey: Now, Eric, all these people are doing this because we care about you, m'kay?

Mr. Garrison: Except for me. I just wanted to see the look on your face when we told you.

Stan: [after the fake Kenny suffocates in Miss Crabtree's uterus] Oh my God! They killed Kenny! ...sort of.

Kyle: Yeah, they killed Kenny! ...'s look-alike. You bastards!

Cartman: Mom, tell them how everyone in your family was big-boned. Tell them how they were fat, but grew into their bodies when they got older.

Liane Cartman: Oh, sweetie, those were all lies. You're just fat.

Kyle: Dude. I don't know if I'm going to like the new Eric Cartman.

Stan: Did you like the old one?

Kyle: Good point.

The Wacky Molestation Adventure [4.16]

Kyle: It's so unfair! How can my parents do that to me?!

Stan: Parents can be pretty cruel sometimes, dude. They get off on it.

Kyle: They're evil! I wish I didn't have any parents!!

Cartman: Well, you could make them go away for a while.

Kyle: How?!

Cartman: Well, I mean, you could call the police and have them take your parents away.

Stan: The police?

Cartman: Yeah, I saw it on TV. All you got to do is call the police and say that your parents both molestered you.

Kyle: What's that?

Cartman: I don't know, but it works. When I wanted to get rid of my mom's last boyfriend, I just called the police, and said he was molestering me, and I haven't seen him for three months.

Kyle: [awed] Wow! Three months without parents!

Kenny: (Wow, that is awesome!)

Stan: But what do the police do to them?

Kyle: Who cares? My parents deserve whatever they get. They're liars and cheats.

Kyle: What's "bad touch"?

Cartman: Something 'bout a swimsuit, I don't remember, but you definitely answer "bad touch".

Kyle: Okay, molestered, bad touch.

Cartman: Yeah, And cry. [Kyle lets out a soft cry] Oh, he's ready.

[Song that convinces Castro to convert to democracy]

Kyle:

If I could have one wish, just one wish in the whole world

If I could have one wish, it would be for Cuba to change

'Cause I think all of the Cubans are in pain

All the joy in the world, from sea to shining sea

Doesn't mean a thing, if Cubans aren't free

I just can't be very happy, I'm certain

Not as long as your Cubans are hurting

Oh, won't you search your soul, and find a way to change your mind?

That is my one and only wish

Castro is visibly moved to tears by Kyle's song, and decides to take his advice.

Fidel Castro:¡¡Llamen a todos junto!! ("Call everyone together!!")

Linda: Hello, what's your name... What-what do you want?

Little Girl: We wanna play...

Linda: Mark, I'm scared.

Mark: Don't be scared, they're just kids. Where are your parents?

Little Boy: We already played with our parents.

Little Girl: Now we want to play with you!

Mark: Okay, I'm scared now, too. That freaked me out.

Little Kids: We wanna play with you!

Butters: Aw, I was just about to sacrifice myself to Mr. Elway.

A Very Crappy Christmas [4.17]

Butters: [talking through construction paper cut-out of a woman] Hey there good looking, what's your name? [talking through "Butters" cut-out] Butters, Ma'am. [through cut-out of woman] Well Butters, would you like to slap my titties around? [smiles; through "Butters" cut-out] Oh, well! Uh. [sadly] No thanks, Ma'am. I'll get in trouble again. [puts cut-outs away]