There's a policeman being held prisoner in our basement.
Yes, Hun, I had to restrain him so he wouldn't find the bodies in the back yard and take our baby away.
Why did you take his pants off?
Sharon doesn't reply
... Sh ... Sharon ... Why did you take his pants off?
KKid
I drove all the way from Montana to see Mr. Hankey.
That's nice, kid. I knew Mr. Hankey before he was even famous.
How the hell did Mr. Hankey get so popular? Look at all this Mr. Hankey stuff. [a display is seen of Mr. Hankey caps, T-shirts, cups, figurines, and posters]
EElvin
Mr. Hankey kicks ass!
And another thing: it says that Mr. Hankey is also appearing at the Crossroads Mall!
So, how can Mr. Hankey be here, and in another mall at the same time?
Dude, Mr. Hankey has magic powers. He can do whatever he wants. [Charlie Manson and Kenny stare at each other. The line moves up]
MManson
[to Kenny] How would you like to come with me to a more secluded part of the mall?
Oh, it looks like you finished your Fudgecicle, Elvin.
[Elvin looks at his hands and actually realize that he finished his fudgesicle, then begins to cry, demanding another one]
Ah damnit, be quiet, Elvin!
[Elvin is still crying]
[grabs a stick from out of nowhere and hits him on the back of the head. Elvin is now catatonic, but manages a blink]
No, Elvin, BAD Elvin! [seeing that Elvin is not responding, he looks around]
Okay, we have to do this stupid report, so...
Tweek [anxiously twitching]: Uuuunnnnhh! Unh, unh, unh, ur-hmm! Urr-hmm-hmm!
[Tweek is worried about his family becoming poor]
You can always go on welfare. Just look at Kenny's family, they're perfectly happy being poor and they're on welfare. Right, Kenny?
Heh-heh, you suck, Kenny.
[An Underpants Gnomes's cart has just flattened Kenny]
[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!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, we got to know about corporate takeovers tomorrow or we're screwed!
Christ, we squished him like a bug!
Good job, Cartman, you killed Kyle!
Well, he shouldn't have called me fat!
Why the hell not? That's like calling the sky blue!
Well, screw him, he's dead! Let's go look for crocodiles!