Cartman: Oh Jesus, eighteen hours. We're running out of time! Rick: All right boys, prepare yourselves. We're about to enter... French Canada. Kyle: French Canada?
French Canadians: There'z no Canada like French Canada, it'z za bezt Canada in ze land. Ze ozer Canada is hardly Canada. If you lived here for a day, you'd understand.
Mime: Honh honh honnnh! Welcome to French Canada. Hockey Player: We have everyzing your heart could desire. Trapezes. Trampolines. And lots and lots of cheese.
Artist: Would you like a moustache? Rick: Just stay calm, boys. French Canadians are a little... odd. Stan: Ah, we're just passing through to see the new Prime Minister. Mime: Well first you must answer that phone. Ring-ring. Ring-ring. Kyle: We don't have time for this. Mime: You cannot pass through French Canada unless you take zat phone call! Ring-ring. Ring-ring. Kyle: Hello? Mime: Allo. If you are going to see za new Prime Minister, then I want to go with you. He has passed a new law forbidding us French Canadians to drink wine. Artist: How can ze French not drink wine?? Travestie! Kyle: Okay, you can come with us. Mime: Honh honnnh! Very good! Let us make haste!
French Canadians: There'z no Canada like French Canada, it'z za bezt Canada in ze land. And ze ozer Canada. Mime: Is a bullshit Canada French Canadians: If you lived here for a day, you'd understand. Mime: I think you'd understand. ...You understand.