Stan: Thank you Clitoris!
Saddam Hussein: [torturing Kenny] Yeah Yeah, men, this is getting me so hot. Rub my nipples while I torture this little piggy
Satan: [singing] Up there, there is so much room / Where baby's burp and flowers bloom / Everyone dreams I can dream too / Up there / Up where the skies are ocean blue / I could be safe and live without a care / Up there
Satan: [singing] What if you remain a sandy little butthole?
Saddam Hussein: [singing] Hey, Satan, don't be such a twit / Mother Teresa won't have shit on me.
Chef: [singing] Everything worked out/What a happy end/Canadians and Americans are friends again.
Satan: The day is mine!
[Just finished watching Terrence and Phillip's motion picture]
Kyle: Dude, that movie was fucking sweet!
Cartman: You bet your fuckin' ass it was!
Stan: Fuck, dude, I wanna be just like Terrence and Phillip!
[Kenny is falling into Hell, where he encounters the damned]
George Burns: Hey, fuckface. Have you seen Gracie?
[Stan is staring at Wendy]
Cartman: Hey, you're holding up the god damn lunch line!
Cartman: [mocking the mole] Shut of ze power Cartman, zis is very important Cartman.
Phillip: This little scrotum sucker deceived us.
everyone: [singing] Thank God we live in this quiet, little, pissant, redneck, podunk, jerkwater, greenhorn, one-horse, mudhole, peckerwood, right-wing, whistle-stop, hobnail, truck-driving, old-fashioned, hayeseed, inbred, unkempt, out-of-date, white trash, kick-ass! Mountain town!
Stan: [pointing at Kenny in the sky] Look.
The Mole: [dying] Here I come, God. Here I come, you fucking rat.
Cartman: Hey Stan! Tell them about the part where Terrance called Phillip a "testicle-shitting rectal wart!"
The Mole: You realize that by doing this we could be grounded for two, perhaps even three weeks.
Eric Cartman: More people will come if they think we have punch and pie.
Kyle: [typing] Punch and pie.
Mr. Mackey: [over loud speaker] Anyone wearing Terrance and Phillip shirts are to be sent home immediately!
Children: [pause] Hurray!
Wendy Testeberger: Fuck Gregory. Fuck him right in the ear!
Stan: Hey you guys I found the clitoris. I think I can get Wendy to like me again.
Cartman: Yeah I guess all's well that end's well. We can go home now. You dipshit!
Voice on Radio: All Canadian-American citizens are to report to ne of these death camps right away. Did I say death camps? I meant happy camps, where you will eat the finest meals, have access to the fabulous doctors, and be able to exercise regularly.
