Post by Sailor Earth on Sept 7, 2006 22:49:54 GMT -5
Cartman: "Dude, there's Cartman. We should invite him to the party for sure." [the girls say nothing. Cartman stops, gets angry, and walks back to the first girl he saw, then flips each one of them off. He flips Red off with both hands.] Fuck you Milly, fuck you Annie, fuck you Bebe, fuck you whatever your name is, and fuck you, bitch! [leaves.]
Cartman: Dear guys. Words cannot express how much I hate you guys. As we fight our way northward into the great unknown, only that one thing remains certain: that I hate you guys with every tired muscle in my Confederate body. We have taken Topeka, and now I must lolly the men over to Missouri. Because I will not stop until we have won it all, and you guys are my slaves. Because, I hate you guys. I hate you guys so very very much. Yours, General Cartman Lee
Stan: [walks out into the hall] Dad! Tom Cruise won't come out of the closet! Cruise: What?! Stan: Tom Cruise locked himself in my closet and he won't come out. [Randy enters the room and tries to open the closet door, then knocks. Stan looks on] Randy: Mr. Cruise? Mr. Cruise, come out of the closet. Cruise: No! Randy: Come on, Mr. Crusie, this is ridiculous. Cruise: I'm never coming out! Randy: [to Stan] What did you say to him? Stan: I just told him I thought the Napoleon Dynamite guy is a better actor than he is. Randy: Oh boy. [knocks on the door again] Mr. Cruise, you can't just stay in the closet, alright? You need to come out. Sharon: What's going on? Randy: Tom Cruise won't come out of the closet. Sharon: What?? Cruise: Just leave me alone! Randy: Well, we CAN'T leave you alone because YOU won't come out of the closet!
R. Kelly: I've been asked to come up here, get you both out of the closet Man, this is some crazy shit. Why won't you both just come out the closet? And they said... Cruise, Travolta: We're not comin' out the closet, so you can just go away. R. Kelly: But everyone wants you out the closet. Cruise, Travolta: That doesn't matter 'cause we're gonna stay. R. Kelly: Now I'm startin' to get angry, so I pull out my gun! [pulls out the gun and cocks it. Everyone screams and scatters] I'm gonna give you a count of three to open this closet door. 1. I'm gonna shoot you both. 2. I'm gonna cap some bitch. 3. [the door opens and he approaches it with his gun ready to fire. He looks in, then goes into the closet as well.] Now I'm in the closet. Now I'm in the closet too.