[at South Park Elementary, the class sings "Uncle ****a". Then Mr. Garrison enters and the class stops singing.]
Mr. Garrison: [as Mr. Hat] Okay, children, let's take our seats. We have a lot to learn today. [normal voice] We sure do, Mr. Hat. Okay, children, let's start the day with a few new math problems. What is five times two? Come on children, don't be shy. Just give it your best shot. [Clyde raises his hand] Yes, Clyde?
Clyde: Twelve.
Mr. Garrison: Okay. Now let's try to get an answer from someone who's not a complete ****. Anyone? Come on, don't be shy.
Kyle: I think I know the answer, Mr. Garrison. [Cartman mocks Kyle in a high-pitched, gibberish voice] SHUT UP, FAT BOY!
Cartman: AY! DON'T CALL ME FAT, YA ****IN' JEW!
Mr. Garrison: Eric, did you just say the F-word?
Cartman: Jew?
Kyle: No, he's talking about "****". You can't say "****" in school, you ****in’ fat ass!
Mr. Garrison: Kyle!
Cartman: Why the **** not?
Mr. Garrison: Eric!
Stan: Dude, you just said "****" again!
Mr. Garrison: Stanley!
Kenny: [muffled] ****.
Mr. Garrison: Kenny!
Cartman: What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody. ****, ****ity-****-****-****.
Mr. Garrison: How would you like to go see the school counselor?
Cartman: How would you like to suck my balls?
[everyone gasps in shock]
Mr. Garrison: [outraged] WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!
Cartman: Oh, I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, what I said was: [picks up a megaphone and clears throat] "How would you like to suck my balls, Mr. Garrison?"
[Garrison stands rooted to the spot, furiously speechless]
Stan: Holy shit, dude.
Mr. Garrison: [as Mr. Hat] Okay, children, let's take our seats. We have a lot to learn today. [normal voice] We sure do, Mr. Hat. Okay, children, let's start the day with a few new math problems. What is five times two? Come on children, don't be shy. Just give it your best shot. [Clyde raises his hand] Yes, Clyde?
Clyde: Twelve.
Mr. Garrison: Okay. Now let's try to get an answer from someone who's not a complete ****. Anyone? Come on, don't be shy.
Kyle: I think I know the answer, Mr. Garrison. [Cartman mocks Kyle in a high-pitched, gibberish voice] SHUT UP, FAT BOY!
Cartman: AY! DON'T CALL ME FAT, YA ****IN' JEW!
Mr. Garrison: Eric, did you just say the F-word?
Cartman: Jew?
Kyle: No, he's talking about "****". You can't say "****" in school, you ****in’ fat ass!
Mr. Garrison: Kyle!
Cartman: Why the **** not?
Mr. Garrison: Eric!
Stan: Dude, you just said "****" again!
Mr. Garrison: Stanley!
Kenny: [muffled] ****.
Mr. Garrison: Kenny!
Cartman: What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody. ****, ****ity-****-****-****.
Mr. Garrison: How would you like to go see the school counselor?
Cartman: How would you like to suck my balls?
[everyone gasps in shock]
Mr. Garrison: [outraged] WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!
Cartman: Oh, I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, what I said was: [picks up a megaphone and clears throat] "How would you like to suck my balls, Mr. Garrison?"
[Garrison stands rooted to the spot, furiously speechless]
Stan: Holy shit, dude.
[at South Park Elementary, the class sings "Uncle ****a". Then Mr. Garrison enters and the class stops singing.]
Mr. Garrison : [as Mr. Hat] Okay, children, let's take our seats. We have a lot to learn today. [normal voice] We sure do, Mr. Hat. Okay, children, let's start the day with a few new math problems. What is five times two? Come on children, don't be shy. Just give it your best shot. [Clyde raises his hand] Yes, Clyde?
Clyde : Twelve.
Mr. Garrison : Okay. Now let's try to get an answer from someone who's not a complete ****. Anyone? Come on, don't be shy.
Kyle : I think I know the answer, Mr. Garrison. [Cartman mocks Kyle in a high-pitched, gibberish voice] SHUT UP, FAT BOY!
Cartman : AY! DON'T CALL ME FAT, YA ****IN' JEW!
Mr. Garrison : Eric, did you just say the F-word?
Cartman : Jew?
Kyle : No, he's talking about "****". You can't say "****" in school, you ****in’ fat ass!
Mr. Garrison : Kyle!
Cartman : Why the **** not?
Mr. Garrison : Eric!
Stan : Dude, you just said "****" again!
Mr. Garrison : Stanley!
Kenny : [muffled] ****.
Mr. Garrison : Kenny!
Cartman : What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody. ****, ****ity-****-****-****.
Mr. Garrison : How would you like to go see the school counselor?
Cartman : How would you like to suck my balls ?
[everyone gasps in shock]
Mr. Garrison : [outraged] WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!
Cartman : Oh, I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, what I said was: [picks up a megaphone and clears throat] "How would you like to suck my balls, Mr. Garrison?"
[Garrison stands rooted to the spot, furiously speechless]
Stan : Holy shit, dude.
http://www.moviequotedb.com/movies/south-park-bigger-longer-and-uncut/quote_130249.html