Cartman: ...are you serious? That was the cutest top ever.
Cartman: I think we should all have a metrosexual pride parade.
Cartman: Oh, please...we're ten times gayer than you.
Cartman: We can't let Kyle out in public like this guys.
Cartman: ...we're just gonna have to kill Kyle.
Cartman: Yeah. That jacket is so September 10th.
Chef: ...be who you are, not what's cool.
Craig: Hey, butch boy. Nice football you got there.
Kyle: All right. Let's work it.
Kyle: I'm just trying to fit in Dad. Don't be such a drama queen.
Mr. Garrison: Look, guys, we're sorry we tried to murder you, but you have to stop what you're doing.
Mr. Garrison: ...we can both kill 'em together.
Mr. Garrison: Well, crap. That didn't work!
Mr. Garrison: You're selling out your own kind.
Officer Barbrady: Are you crazy? I just had my uniform pressed.
Randy: I can't do anything. These are brand new pants.
Randy: I think your all metro-phobic.
Randy: Please, girlfriend! You look like some kind of Little Orphan Annie nightmare.
Stan: Tell me about it, Ken doll.
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