CARTMAN: Oh my god. MRS. CARTMAN: Who’s
your new friend Eric? CARTMAN: Shut up, mom.
Not now. BOY: Help. CARTMAN: Don’t
touch him; he’s Ginger. RANDY: You have pretty
good control over your farts. MIDGET IN A BIKINI: Nothing out
of the ordinary has happened. PHILIP: Nagasaki! CARTMAN: Armies of justice! Ready! Prepare! And… let’s beat up Clyde.