Stan: [singing] The sun is shining and the grass is green. / Under the three feet of snow, I mean.
[singing]
Chef: So finally, what a happy end / Americans and Canadians are friends again.
[Shelia Brovlovski is speaking on national television about war against Canada]
Sheila Broflovski: ...if it's war they want, it's war they'll have!
Cartman: This is fucking weak...
[all hyped and ready after singing a song]
Stan: Can I have FIVE tickets to Terence Phillip: Asses on Fire, please?
[pause]
Ticket Taker: No!
Stan: What do you mean no?
Ticket Taker: Terrance and Philip: Asses of Fire has been rated R by the Motion Picture Association of America, you have to be
accompanied by a parent or guardian.
Stan: But why?
Ticket Taker: Because this movie has naughty language! Next please.
[During the Uncle Fucker song]
Phillip: Shut your fucking face, uncle fucker, you're a boner-biting-bastard, uncle fucker.
Terrence: Well, Phillip, I hope you've learned something from this whole experience.
Phillip: I sure have, Terrance. I've learned that you are a boner-biting, dick-fart, fuck face.
Terrence: [they laugh] Wanna see the northern lights?
[strikes a match, farts, burns up]
Phillip: Ha ha ha. You burned
yourself to death by lighting your fart. Ha ha ha.
Terrence: I sure did, Philip!
Satan: Saddam, I need to talk to you
Saddam Hussein: Ah, you'd better get packing, bitch, we're running out of time.
Satan: [sighs] sometimes you can love someone very much, but still know they aren't right for you.
Saddam Hussein: What the *fuck* are you talking about?
Satan: You treat
me like shit, Saddam! I'm leaving you!
Saddam Hussein: What? No? No! You can't do that! I have to go to Earth!
Satan: You don't even have any respect for me.
Saddam Hussein: Sure I do, guy, please, just hear me out