Kyle, is there anything you can do for the Christmas play that isn't related to Jesus?
How about the dreidel song, boobie?
I can sing the Mr. Hankey song.
The Mr. Hankey song, how does that go?
[singing] Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo, he loves me, and I love...
Stan
Christmas poo?
What the hell is Christmas poo?!
Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo, haven't you guys ever heard of it?
See, that's what you get when you raise your child to be a Pagan.
Now that does it! I am going straight to the Mayor about you, Mr. Garrison!
Oh, wait, wait, I'm sorry, was it the Pagan remark?
The boys are waiting in line at the cafeteria
[to Stan] Dude, I aced that test! I'm gonna win that dinner with Ms. Ellen!
Stan
No, you're not; I don't think I missed any!
Wendy and Bebe walk up to the boys
Stan
[not paying attention to Wendy] I bet I scored a hundred!
Stan
Oh, hey, Wendy.
I was just in the bathroom, and Ms. Ellen was in there taking the biggest dump I've ever seen!
Stan
That's impossible!
Well, she did! And she has horrible, horrible gas, too! She says she can't control it!
It smelled like a dead calf rotting in the hot sun!
Wendy, seriously, you need to stop with this whole jealousy thing.
Yeah, you're acting like a freak, Wendy.
NO I'M NOT ACTING LIKE A FREEEAAAAK!
The entire cafeteria goes silent and everyone is astonished. After a short while, a mortified Wendy quietly walks away with Bebe in tow.
Hey, man, somebody's gotta pull that monkey out of Wendy's ass.
Well, that whole experience sure sucked.
Stan
Yeah, I'm sure glad it's over.
But you know, I've learned something today. I've learned that people who want power - a lot of power - always end up dead.
Yeah, and I've learned something too. Robert Smith kicks ass!
Stan
Boo!
Who was that? That is not appropriate behavior, m'kay?
Stan
[imitating Mr. Mackey's voice] I'm sorry Mr. Mackey, m'kay.
That's okay. Just don't let it happen again, m'kay.
[imitating Mr. Mackey's voice] We won't let it happen again Mr. Mackey, m'kay.
[the boys laugh]
SDr. Schwartz
His father had it, his grandfather had it and....his brother had it.
[horrified] No. No, it's not possible.
SDr. Schwartz
We're not going to cut it off. We're just going to snip it so that it looks bigger.
Stan
Oh, hey, dude, that didn't sound like a bad idea.
Yeah, I wanna get a circumcision too!
[Stan's mother, Sharon, is speaking to Kyle's mother, Sheila, on the phone. In the background, Stan runs around screaming, wielding an ice pick]
Sheila, I was just wondering if you might know why my son is trying to split his head open with an ice pick?
Stan
[screaming] No! I have to get it out!
Stan
Ready, you guys?
Stan
Okay. Action! [Cartman poses the frog attached to a string on a stick]
[mutters] I am the deadly Mexican Staring Frog...of Southern Sri Lanka. I am very scary... and dangerous!
Stan
Cut! Cartman!
Stan
It's supposed to be a frog!
Stan
Since when do frogs talk, Cartman?
[thinks] It's a Sri Lanka frog!
Just do this again Cartman, and don't make it talk.
Stan
Okay, here we go. Ready? Are you ready, Cartman?
I'm ready, Steven Spielberg!
Stan
Action!
BE QUIET BACK THERE! THESE ROADS ARE SLICK!
Stan
Hey, Cartman!
Stan
Are you gonna share any of that cake with the rest of us?
[finishes a bite] Hmm, let me think... No.
Come on, fatass! You shouldn't be eating all that cake anyway!
Mm. It's chocolatey and delightful.
Stan
Give us some, Cartman!
CMs. Crabtree
[turns around] BE QUIET BACK THERE!
Whoa, dude. The road is really snowy out there.
Stan
Dude, the road is always snowy.
I know, but, it's really snowy today.
[now baiting] Mm. I can't possibly finish this whole cake. Uh, yes I can. [resumes eating]
Stan
Shut up, Cartman!
Mrs. Crabtree [slams the brakes on, opens a box, and pulls out a bunny] Okay, that does it. Y'all be quiet or the cute little bunny dies!! [points a gun at its head. The class gasps and look at her for a while. Sure that she has made her point, she puts the bunny back in the box and resumes driving]
Stan
Dude, she always tries to quiet us down by threatening to kill that bunny, but I wonder if she ever would.
Oh, she would, dude. She would.
[the bus comes to a halt at a road block]
GOD! [a sign says "Road closed due to avalanche"] OH, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, I DON'T BELIEVE THIS! [another sign says, "Detour at your own risk." She starts up the bus and takes the detour]
Stan
Come on, fat boy, give us some cake now.
[exhausted] I cannot possibly eat one more bite of its chocolatey goodness. Oh, wait, wait, wait, try.
Damn it, Cartman, you are such a fat fuck!
[spins around] WHAT DID YOU SAY?! [turns back around just to see the bus head for a road shoulder where the road starts to turn] Whoa-oh. [she slams the brakes on, but the bus goes over the shoulder and tumbles down the side of the hill] Oh, my God!!! Aagggh! [the kids tumble all over the place and scream, but Cartman just munches away on the cake, quite undisturbed. The bus bounces on the bottom of the hill and lands on a river upright, floating on down]
[the kids look back at where they were as the bus continues down the river, and over a waterfall, straight down]
Hello children, how is your summer going?
Stan
Summer sucks bad, Mr. Garrison.
Hey, have you found Mr. Hat yet?
Oh, oh, that old thing? Why, I almost forgot he was gone. I don't need Mr. Hat.
Stan
That's good.
Mr. Hat is just a puppet.
Stan
Right.
[The boys have called Chef for advice on how to deal with the Ash Snake]
CChef
Giant snake? Killing everybody? Growing bigger? [looks at the women surrounding him] Now, children, you know I rarely say this, but well... fudge ya.[hangs up, goes back to singing] 🎵 Simultaneous, you and me! 🎵
Stan
Dude, I think he told us to go fuck ourselves.
How's that going to help?
[The boys stop in front of a sign with "Stu's Fireworks" written on it]
Stan
Oh yeah, dude, it's summer. That means we've gotta buy fireworks!
I saved up enough money to buy M-80s this year.
Stan
I saw in this movie once, where this guy stuck a firecracker up a cat's butt.
Cool, maybe we can do that to Cartman's cat!
Hey! If you so much as touch Kitty's ass, I'll put firecrackers in your nut sack and blow your balls all over your pants!
Stan
Jesus, Cartman!
[his voice trailing off] Well, I'm just-- seriously now, don't mess with Kitty, now.
Serves you right, you little brat!
Stan
Well, at least I'm not going to die from it, which you might! [giggles]
If I die from this, I'm taking you with me!
[...]
Stan
I don't want to watch this! I want to watch Terrance and Phillip!
Stan
Well I got the remote, bitch! [giggles]