Mr. Garrison, Mr. Slave and others in “The Death Camp of Tolerance”

Say, Mr. Slave...

Yes, Mr. Garrison?

I had a dream last night that you were a real dick.

Really? Why would you dream that I was being an asshole?

No, no. I was the asshole.

[slightly nonplussed] Uh, I'm very happy to receive this award, but you know what makes me even happier? Sucking balls.

[whispering to Mr. Slave] It's not working. Sing your song, Mr. Slave.

[singing] I've got a little-- [stops] ooh, ooh ow, Jesus Christ, what the heck's happening in there?

[to Lemmiwinks, who's on a gyroscope] Hang on, Lemmiwinks! You solved the Catata Fish's riddle, now your trials are nearly through!

Aah! I should never have shoved those poor animals up my ass! [school board applaud again]

Courageous.

So courageous.

[finally losing his temper] God damn it, don't you people get it?! I'm trying to get fired here!