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! Ooooooooww