[After Jimmy claims Germans have no sense of humor]
Dude, what the hell?! Did you see the news?!
We told you doing a comedy awards show was a bad idea! Now all of Germany is pissed off at us!
Jimmy
Don't worry, fellows, everything's going to be OK!
OK?! Jimmy, do you know what happened to the last people Germans were pissed off at?! Tell him, Kyle!
[runs up to the boys at the neighborhood park] Guys! You guys! Listen. Cartman has tens of thousands of voter ballots hidden somewhere. He's changed the outcome of the election!
Wow, really? That's pretty impressive.
Come on, guys! He's hidden them somewhere and we have to find them!
But I thought Obama won pretty easily last night.
Dude, because of the electoral college these votes in swing states can really matter.
I don't understand that stuff at all. I need Morgan Freeman to explain it to me.
Jimmy
Yeah, I love when Morgan Freeman explains stuff.
Whenever I'm confused about what's going on in a movie, I'm always so relieved when Morgan Freeman shows up and explains the plot to me.
God damn it this is serious, you guys! Cartman has stolen the election!
Well, maybe Cartman had a good reason.
[stares at Butters for a while] Butters, you know something, don't you?!
Huh? Wha? NO. Uh-uh, why?
[walks towards him] What did Cartman tell you?!
He didn't tell me nothin'. And I'm sworn to secrecy. I-it's really important, Kyle, and it isn't what you think. [gasps] Uh, don't make me say anymore!
Tell us what you know, right now!
I can't! Don't you see?! [feels his body and takes out a small bottle of almond M&M's] Don't make me swallow this! Wa-I'll do it!
It's an almond M&M. Ah-I'm very allergic to almonds. Please, just leave me alone.
Then you have to tell us!
Well… uh… HWAAAH! [quickly swallows the almond M&M and makes sure he doesn't throw up]
Oh, shit! Don't let him swallow it!
[grabs Butters by the collar] Butters, where are the ballots going?! Where are they going?!
[As the boys search everywhere around in the Cartman residence, Liane enters with a bag of groceries]
Oh, my goodness, what's going on?
Sorry, Ms. Cartman, but your son took some things that didn't belong to him.
Oh, I've told him to respect people's property. What did he take?
He stole ballots in all the swing states so the wrong person was elected president.
[walks off into the kitchen] Oh, well, no TV for him for a few days.
Jimmy
There's nothing here, Kyle. Not even one Scooby clue.
[looking outside] Oh, my God, you guys! Look! Dude, it's Boba Fett's ship!
You guys wanna play outside or something?
Cartman? Your side won, dude. Why are you so sad?
I just... I can't get that image of Bill Gates bashing that guy's head apart out of my eyes.
Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, look guys: Xbox won the console wars. What are we gonna do? Not play video games?
The last few weeks we've been too busy to play video games and look at what we did. There's been drama, action, romance. I mean, honestly you guys - do we need video games to play?
Jimmy
That's right.
Jimmy
Yeah, you kind of make a point.
Maybe we started to rely on Microsoft and Sony so much that we forgot that all we need to play are the simplest things! Like... like this! [picks up a broken wooden stick] We can play with this! Screw video games, dude; who fucking needs them?
[everybody shouts, "YEAH!"]
Fuck 'em! [holds the stick up to the sun]
CACommercial announcer
The South Park video game. Coming to stores soon!
[an image of the years-in-development real life game, South Park: The Stick of Truth, appears on screen]
[appearing in the lower left-hand corner of the screen] Yeah, and if you believe that, I got a big floppy wiener to dangle in your face.
[Deleted Scene]
Did anyone notice that the brownies taste like shit today?
Yeah. You guys just want to go out to recess?
The playground's burned down, dude.
Playground's burned down, everyone hates us, brownies taste like shit. Everything just sucks right now!
[pounds his fists on the table] That's it. I'm not gonna just sit here and be miserable. It's time for me to start acting like a man. [leaves the table and walks towards Clyde] Hey, Clyde, how come you told Wendy I said I was gonna be "dripping in bitches?!"
Because that's what you said.
That's not what I meant and you know it! I thought you were supposed to be my friend!
Was that before or after you told me to fuck myself?
TELL HER YOU LIED, ASSHOLE!
[runs up, breaking them up] Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Cool it down, dude. This isn't gonna get us anywhere.
Kind of like your start-up company.
[After a short pause, Kyle punches him in the face, having to have heard that]
Jimmy
Get him!
[Token, Jimmy, Craig, Clyde, Stan, and Kyle start fighting as all the students cheer; Cartman runs up punches Token, also joining in; Later, all the boys (except Jimmy) are in Mr. Mackey's office]
Now, I don't know who threw the first punch or who started this whole thing, but I assure you, that whatever it takes, will get to the bottom of this, m'kay?! Now, Clyde, what did you have for lunch?
Did you eat the school lunch, or did you pack a lunch?
[South Park Elementary School; Craig goes through his locker as Jimmy, Token, and Clyde walk up to him]
Jimmy
Hey, Craig, have you checked out the Internet lately? [chuckles with Token and Clyde; Cartman comes into view at the end of the hall and walks towards them]
What are you talking about?
Jimmy
Ohhhh nothin'. It's just that... y-you might wanna invest in some hedge clippers.
Jimmy
Ohhhh nothin'. You just might wanna... hire Tarzan to do some... landscaping work for your mom.
[Butters angrily comes out of nowhere and shoves Cartman into the boys' bathroom, slamming him into the stall 1 wall]
What the heck are you doing?!
Whoa, Butters, chillax, bro.
WHY DID YOU PUT CRAIG'S MOM'S BUSH ON THE INTERNET?!
RRepresentative
Hello. You're the boy responsible for the South Park Super School News?
Jimmy
That's right.
RRepresentative
We would like to give you $26 million. Contracts, and the first check. We'd love to be in business with you.
Jimmy
What is this for?
RRepresentative
I represent an organization called Gieco. It's an insurance company. We think Super School News would be a great way for us to reach new customers.
Jimmy
Sorry Charlie, but I don't allow ads in my newspaper.
RRepresentative
We've heard all about that, so we thought you could just do some ...news stories about car insurance. Just state the facts, because the truth is, everyone can save by switching to Gieco.
Jimmy
That's called "sponsored content." I know the difference between the news and ads. Do you think I'm stupid?
RRepresentative
Everyone's doing it, Jim. You're sort of the last holdout. $26 million just to write some news stories that get people thinking about their insurance coverage?
Jimmy
Us us us, stick it up your ass!
RRepresentative
Hm. Well, they said you'd be tough. Do you really think you can stop ads?
Jimmy
Yes.
RRepresentative
You can try to block ads, but they get smarter. The more we try to shut them out, the more clever they get. There's a war coming, kid, and I'm gonna make sure I'm on the right side of it. [gets shot in the back of his head and killed by Officer Barbrady]
Jimmy
Officer Barbrady?
Come with me if you want to live! Come on! Come with me if you want to live! I'm serious!
Jimmy
"Tragedy at gunshow?" What happened at the gun show?
Not what happened, what's going to happen. The final sweeping underneath the rug. By this time tomorrow nobody will be asking questions ever again. The ads will have won. And I will be... The man.
CClassi
I think the ads are playin' yo' ass.
[slaps her across the face] Shut up Classiii!
CClassi
Oh heeelllllll no!
CClassi
Oh hell no! Yo' Down's Syndrome ass just slapped me! I'mo break your dick off! [picks him up and slams him into the glass wall that doubles as a window]
Hang on, Classi, I'm sorry.
CClassi
[punches him] I will bust yo' fuckin' ass! [punches him again] I will bust yo' f**kin' nose! I ain't no Mimsy, asshole! [punches him repeatedly] I'm a clasy bitch! And I do not, want ads, controllin' my news! [she lets a thoroughly beaten Nathan slide to the floor]
Jimmy
Classi, thank you!
CClassi
You need my help? You got it!
Jimmy
I need your phone to call Officer Barbrady. And we have to get to that gun show, fast!
CClassi
Quick! To the Classi mobile!
That dirty whore! Who does that bitch think she is?! Packing my lunch for me?! Fuck her, dude!
Jimmy
Pissed off at your girlfriend again, huh, Eric?
She's not a girlfriend. She's a controlling, manipulative whore!
That's enough, Cartman! I am so sick of hearing you call Heidi horrible things!
That's because you don't understand how much it sucks to be in a relationship!
Jimmy
Wow, Kyle, you seem really different.
Jimmy
Uh, sure.
Thanks, Jimmy. But you know, I really need to thank a good friend. He introduced me to a way of becoming a more stable person. Have you seen Butters?
Jimmy
Butters? Oh, sure. He's out on the playground, getting the shit beat out of him by Bebe.
[Outside on the playground, all the kids gather around, watching Bebe beating up Butters to a bloody pulp]
[savagely] MOTHER… FUCKER! DON'T EVER SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN!
[runs up] Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! [breaks up the fighting] What the hell is going on?!
I wasn't even doing anything, and he came up and started talking shit to me!
Yeah, everyone likes a guy that's strong and assertive, so I told Bebe to go fuck herself.
WHO DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE?!
You want some more of this, you dumb slut?!
Butters, what are you doing?! This isn't you!
Hey, Kyle, will you relax? You're kinda fucking up my brand.
Okay, that does it-- come on, Butters. You're going back to CumHammer.
You're lucky he saved your ass!
Fuck you, you fucking bitch!
MMeagan
[scrolling through the market app on her phone, as well as Red, and sees the bet of Sheila bombing Gaza officially removed] What the hell?
They took it down! We were all gonna win, and they took down our bets!
How can the app company do that?
Jimmy
I got in at nine-to-one odds! This is b-b-bullshit!
MMeagan
Yeah, these apps are totally corrupt.
[blowing his whistle as he appears] Guys! For the love of God!
[The students all put away their phones; Kyle and Cartman are then seen sitting on the steps]
Well, Cartman, I just wanna say thanks. You know, it's crazy, but nobody else here gave a crap about how I was feeling except for you.
Oh, that's all right, Kyle. I'm just happy the bet got taken down. Now none of these sickos can profit off of what your mom does.
Yeah, well, those people would have all lost the bet anyway.
What do you mean they would have all lost the bet?
Well, I know the reason my mom went Israel.
It wasn't to bomb a Palestinian hospital?
No, when my mom left the house, she said she was gonna find the person responsible for all this and give them a piece of her mind.