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00:22:08
Trey Parker, Matt Stone, Isaac Hayes
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"Queasy, Quebec, queen, quelch,"
That was a terrify! That was a horribly!
He's a paraplegic, but it didn't--
How 'bout "geebo" or--or "mung"?
Well, I’ve got a worldwide telecast recorder concert
talking about sexual molestation, mm-kay.
that causes the bowels to loosen."
The desolation, the damage is exactly the same
pox presents the musical event of the new millennium.
We always help each other out, don't we, fella?
and woodwind virtuoso Kenny G, will lead this fantastic event.
with disbelief and loss.
"An oscillation of sound
No! No, you moron!
"Queef" is a vaginal expulsion of gas, mm-kay.
of a peacock getting its neck broken.
below the lowest octave of E Flat."
because of some flaw in his looks or personality.
Oh, this is one of them scruple questions,
He--he molest me.
A nation mourn and tries to rebuild,
♪ People spout "howdy neighbor" ♪
and people still roam their damaged homes
poop their pants,
Revised music for tomorrow?
We bust you.
to our assign hotels.
Oh, I crap my pants!
All bundle up nice and warm, are we?
Tomorrow the world will be tuning in
Well, now, uh, what's he suppose to think, Mr. Garrison?
I didn't know they was inviting rednecks to this event.
shat themselves 'cause of you,
The French experiment with it in World War II.
when you push down on a pregnant woman's stomach.
He sees all that and assume that you didn't molest him
I never sexually abused you.
and still others ruined perfectly good pairs of pants.
Well, personally,
You can't close your eyes forever, Mother.
Absolutely. - Of course.
Well, Miss Crabtree, this certainly has been a great trip.
The desolation, the damage is exactly the same
Just leave us alone!
Uh, perhaps you should sit down, Mr. Garrison, mm-kay?
has run very deep through Mr. Garrison's mental state.
Are you actually suggesting
You look kind of sad.
The concert's gonna start soon.
I wasn't good enough for you, was that it, Dad?
Yeah, see ya later, queefs.
of Chicago Hope though, seriously.
"how far will I go to save my son's life?" Mm-kay?
I--I'm just fast asleep, not hearing anything.
Am I the only sane person left on Earth?
I'll go on your bastard trip,
to get back at those asshole New Yorker kids.
Mr. Garrison, are you alright?
"Queef" is a vaginal expulsion of gas, mm-kay.
I--I'm just fast asleep, not hearing anything.
No! He's upset because I didn't molest him.
You saw him come home drunk and then just go right to sleep.
You look kind of sad.
Yeah. - Ooh, that's a tough one.
as stupid as yous?
Yes, I hope it's okay
Be quiet back there!
I'm so proud that you're part
and woodwind virtuoso Kenny G, will lead this fantastic event.
All bundled up nice and warm, are we?
That's amazing.
This is gonna be sweet!