[An Underpants Gnomes's cart has just flattened Kenny]
Stan
[rushed and monotone] Oh my God, they killed Kenny.
[same tone] You bastards. [to the Underpants Gnome] Listen, we have to give a huge speech tomorrow about corporate takeovers!
Holy shit, we killed your friend!
Stan
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, we got to know about corporate takeovers tomorrow or we're screwed!
Christ, we squished him like a bug!
Stan
Good job, Cartman, you killed Kyle!
Well, he shouldn't have called me fat!
Stan
Why the hell not? That's like calling the sky blue!
Well, screw him, he's dead! Let's go look for crocodiles!
What if you don't have any rhythm?
Well, like my friend Kyle. He's Jewish, so he doesn't have any rhythm.
Stan
Choirs suck!
[thunders angrily] KYLE BROFLOVSKI, YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! ERIC CARTMAN, YOU BE NICE TO PEOPLE! STAN MARSH, YOU MIND YOUR MANNERS! KENNY MCCORMICK, YOU PAY ATTENTION! [deep sigh; to Miss Stevens] Go ahead.
Well, uh.. that's all, really. So if anyone is interested in seeing the rainforest and joining our choir, I'll leave information packets up front.
Oh, that's good. We need some more toilet paper. [Stan and Kyle laugh]
Stan
Ahhhhhh!
Stan
Snake! [points to a snake, everyone gasps]
PPablo
Oh yes, this is what we call a coral snake. Notice the red markings. Quite an amazing creature.
[Stan screams and runs away]
PPablo
What's the matter, little boy?
He's a little wuss, what's it look like?
Stan
I'm just scared of snakes.
PPablo
Now, now, you must remember. This snake is more afraid of us than we are of it.
[snake chokes Pablo to death]
[snake starts to eat Pablo]
Yeah, that snake is pretty scared of us, alright.
[snake continues to eat Pablo]
Jesus Christ! Is he dead?
[snake excretes remains of Pablo]
Stan
Dude!
Oh, no! God, no! Now, don't panic, children...
[hitting coral snake with a stick] Bad! That's a bad snake! [runs away as the snake starts chasing him]
Okay, Lenny, in order to keep up our long-distance relationship, we have to call each other every other day.
Okay. [lightning bolt strikes him]
Stan
Oh my God, they killed Kenny!
Stan
Uh, they did.
Stan
You know, they.
They're, they're bastards.
Well, don't just stand there, help him.
Argh! [pounds on Kenny's stomach] Breathe! [gives him CPR] Breathe! [pounds on his stomach some more] Breathe, you son of a bitch! [Kenny coughs]