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?



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.



Mr. Garrison: Dumb ass, what a retard!



Stan: Fatso!



Cartman: Hey.



Stan: Dude.



Mr. Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss!



Barbrady: Fruitcake!



Cartman: Bitch.



Wendy T: No, I'm not acting like a freak!



Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had this huge satellite dish 

sticking out of my butt, and than there were hundereds of cows and aliens, and

then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye! 



Stan: What the hell are you talking about!



Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!



Wendy: Barf is gross!



Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's ass!



Pip: Lunchy munchys umm!



Stan: At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack & Whore magazine!



Cartman: Don't call me fat buttfucker. 



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! 



Kyle: You bastards!



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! 



Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof!



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!



Mr. Hankey: Hiddy Ho!



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.

Holy Shit it's Jesus!



Cartman: Pigfucker!



Stan: Dude don't say pigfucker in front of Jesus



Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace!



Ring Announcer: Wearing very very black shorts..the king of all that is evil...



Towns People: Barbera Striesand, Barbera Striesand!



Barbera Striesand: I'm Barbera Striesand!



Chef: Barbera Striesand?



Leonard Maltin: Barbera Striesand



Kyle: Kick the baby!



Ike: Don't kick the baby!



Leonard Maltin: Leonard Maltin



Leonard Maltin: Sydney Potier



Chef: Sydney Potier!?!



Stan: Oh yeah.



B.S.: Piss ass little hick!



Stan: You ugly scank!



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 dad's bed! 



Some Kid: This is pretty fucked up right here!



Cartman: Let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way!



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! 



Kyle: You bastards!



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! 



Kyle: Total weirdo freak!



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!



Stan: Oh my god!



Kyle: oh my god



Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.

Dude Kenny is dead!



Kyle: Ohh!



Cartman: Ohhoh!



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