| Quote | Picture # |
|---|
| Stan Marsh? More like Stan DARSH! Eheheheheheheh! | |
| Well, hopefully when we finish writin' all these verses, we won't be bi-curious no more, and then we can go home! | |
| Don't fight it Kyle, it'll only take longer. Just slip into sweet unconsciousness. | |
| (sings) ''Good evening frieeeeeeeeeends…!'' | |
| Gobbles! | |
| Ooh, ouch, ma'am please let go of that tight grip you have on my balls; 10 dollars? You're breaking my balls, ma'am. | |
| How do I reach these kiiiiiiiiids? | |
-I can only assume you are Eric Cartman because you're fat.
-Well, you're wrong! I'm not Eric Cartman and he's not fat! | |
| Science damn you, Unified Atheist League! | |
| Isn't she beautiful, scraping off the pudding with grace of a butterfly… | |
| Poop-smearing is the hot ticket right now, Stan. Have you seen the poop swatches? | |
| You can go one direction in life and just walk around hallways without a hallpass. Or you can see the light, brah. | |
| Isn't she beautiful, scraping off the pudding with grace of a butterfly… | |
| Nobody better show up as The Crow. I'm serious, every costume party there's like 14 guys come dressed like The Crow. | |
| You can go one direction in life and just walk around hallways without a hallpass. Or you can see the light, brah. | |
| My penis is on the loose! If you see it, just try to catch it with some cheese! | |
| Science damn you, Unified Atheist League! | |
| (sings) ''I said 'what what, in the butt', I said 'what what, in the butt…''' | |
| I didn't hear no bell. | |
| Ooh, ouch, ma'am please let go of that tight grip you have on my balls; 10 dollars? You're breaking my balls, ma'am. | |
| Well, hopefully when we finish writin' all these verses, we won't be bi-curious no more, and then we can go home! | |
-But fellas, if I dress up like a dog with a star in my eye, I'm gonna get grounded.
-Shut up, Butters. | |
| Stan Marsh? More like Stan DARSH! Eheheheheheheh! | |
| Don't fight it Kyle, it'll only take longer. Just slip into sweet unconsciousness. | |
| You don't! ****ing! Talk to me! Like that! You little! Piece of ****! | |
| (sings) ''I cannot hear what they are saying! I cannot tell them how I feel!'' | |
| Ma'am I need to clear out your giggling stoners and drum circle-hippies right now, or they're going to attract something much worse. | |
| Why doesn't a chicken wear pants? Because it's pecker is on its head. | |
| (sings) ''Good evening frieeeeeeeeeends…!'' | |
| Uh, Big Gay Al…It has recently come to our attention that you are…gay. | |
-Whoa. I think we just got put in our place.
-Yeah. We just got Goth-served. | |
| No, this isn't crazy. THIS-IS-LESBOS! | |
| How do I reach these kiiiiiiiiids? | |
| Gobbles! | |
-I can only assume you are Eric Cartman because you're fat.
-Well, you're wrong! I'm not Eric Cartman and he's not fat! | |
-How spicy would you like your Chang sauce?
-Can we just place our order please?
-Oh, man. I have no idea what's going on. | |
| Poop-smearing is the hot ticket right now, Stan. Have you seen the poop swatches? | |
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