Kyle: Everybody hates me! Mr. Mackey: Why do you suppose that is? Kyle: Because I'm the son of the devil? Mr Mackie: Uh huh! That's a good start. Why else?
Kyle: Oh my god, they killed Kenny. You bastard! Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny! Kyle: Say something Mr. Hanky! Mr. Hanky: AAAAAHHHHH! Stan: Oh my god, they killed Kenny! Kyle: Dude! Kenny is dead! Chef: Hello there children! Let me sing you a little song. " I'm gonna make love to yo woman..." Man: Well you ain't Fiona Affle, and if you ain't Fiona Affle I don't give a rat's ass! What would drive a man to such a disgusting act? Kyle: Whoa dude that's disgusting! Stan: Whoa dude! How do ya have sex with a chicken? At least I'm not a little pig (beep) Pip: SHOOAA! Cartman: YOU GET YOUR B**CH ASS BACK IN THE KITCHEN, AND MAKE ME SOME PIE! Mr. Hat: YOU GO TO HELL! Stan: You bite my dick! Cartman: Screw you too! Mrs. Cartman: Well, sure, hon Cartman: KICK ASS! *gun cock* Cartman: Hey! I'll blow your friggin head off, YOU PIECE OF CRAP! Mr. Mackey: Well your one screwed up little kid, you understand? Cartman: He's a very disturbed little boy Mrs. Cartman: You want some cheesy poofs? Cartman: I don't want cheesy poofs! Mrs. Cartman: You can have just an incy bit can't you? Cartman: Well? Mrs. Cartmaan: Just incy wincy woo woo? Cartman: GODDAMMIT! Mrs. Cartman: I got you some cheesy poofs and snacky time Cartman: AAHHH! Mrs. Cartman: Just an incy wincy woo woo?
CHORUS
Mr. Garrison: DUMBASS! What a retard! Stan: You fat (beep) screw you Kyle's mom: *gasp* Mr. Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss! Man: Fruitcake! Cartman: Bitch! Wendy: YOU DO THINGS LIKE A FREAKKKKK!!! Cartman: Well, I was standing out in the field and I had a huge satalite dish stivkin out of my butt. And then there was hundreds of cows and ailens and then I went up on the ship and Scott Bayo gave me pinkeye(echoing) Stan: What the hell are you talking about? Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people Wendy: Life is gross! Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's ass! Pip: Lunchy munchys, hmm? Stan : Oh yeah! Well at least my mom's not on the cover of "Crack Whore" magazine! Cartman: Damned! Will you shut the hell up!
CHORUS with talking on Jesus and Pals
Man: Barbra Streisand? Chef: Barbra Sreisand? Barbra Streisand: I'm Barbra Streisand! Man: Barbra Streisand? Chef: Barbra Srteisand? Kyle: Kick the baby! Ike: Don't kick the baby! Man: Better luck, son! Barbra Streisand: There's that little hick! Stan: You ugly skank! Cartman : Got to remember the good times, bet anyone would! *screaming*