"TIMMY!"
-Timmy (This
one's interactive, folks, just for fun-it's
all about the kid in the electric wheelchair! By the by, if anyone has
a soundbyte of Timmy talking to his pet turkey Gobbles, please send it
to
me, I'm aching for one!)
Mr. Garrison: I'm as gay as a gymnast on shore leave!
Mr. Garrison: It was a grand grand penis.
Mr. Garrison: Does anyone know what sexual harassment means?
Cartman: When you are tying to have intercourse with a special lady
friend and some other guy comes up and tickles your balls from behind.
Cartman: I would never let a woman kick my ass. If she tried something, I'd be like, HEY! You get your bitch ass back in the kitchen and make me some pie!
Cartman: Maury, I am out of control. Yeah, I use drugs. I can do what I waunt, biatch! Yeah, I have sex, and I don't use protection! It's my hot body; I'll do what I waunt! I don't go to school and I kill people! What-evah! I'll do what I waunt!
Cartman: Naw dude, Independent films are those black and white hippy movies. They're always about gay cowboys eating pudding.
Cartman: Well, I've been lickin' this carpet for 3 whole hours and I don't feel like a lesbian.
Mr. Hankey (to Kyle): One time when you were sleeping, I put myself in your mouth and had my friend take a picture.
Wendy: Oh no, that's okay, Bebe. You might trip and then we'd be sucked into your huge, gaping vagina like ants into a vacuum cleaner.
Cartman: The fireman is very magical. Rub his helmet and he spits in your eye.
Mr. Garrison: Okay, children. Let's all gather around and bob for stupid apples now. You go first, Bebe. That's good. Just use those mouth muscles like the girls in Beijing.
Mr. Garrison: Recently I came out and admitted I was a homosexual so now I can say the word "fag". On television, they usually don't allow "fag," but since I'm gay, it's okay. And with the new approval of the word "shit," I can now say: "Hey there, shitty shitty fag fag, shitty shitty fag fag, how do you do? Hey there, shitty shitty fag fag, shitty shitty fag fag, how do you do?"
Stan: I don't want to shoot the bunny.
Chris Stotch: Sometimes telling a little white lie is okay. Like, for instance, when you catch your father jerking off in a Gay Mens' Bath House.
Butters Dad (to his wife): Ok, you win the bet. Butters didn't turn out gay.