Character: Eric Cartman Eric Cartman

Hatred can be countered only by an even greater hate! It's not us freaks, it's all the other freaks!

Kyle, shut up, I know you're known as a skeptic and a whiner! Maybe you should name change to a Skeptic is a much more Jewish name than Kyle.

I don't make the rules, I just wrote them.
(I don't make the rules, I just invent them and write it down.)

- You know what to do to make someone leave? Need every night to put a bunch of it on the rug under the door.
That's why under my door in the morning shit is!
- Oops, busted.

Never underestimate the power of freebies.

- You know what? I believe you.
Really?
Yes. I believe that you believe you helped write that joke. So the brain works from people like you. You have such an ego that it all go, if only to defend themselves. People with fucked up ego can convince yourself that they are the most gorgeous, the most talented, although in reality they are just sacks of shit.

- Oh guys, there's a great joke, by the way. When someone falls asleep it is necessary to take a glass of warm water and put his hand.
- Yes, and then what?
- And then you have to take a piss.

Every girl in the friends is valued almost three times more than the boy.

But at home there was food and gifts, and it was clear - this is the best Christmas for a boy in a hat with a pompom in red. And they lived happily ever after... And Kyle two weeks later died of AIDS. The end.

Cartman dreams that he sings in the group:
- Yes, I'm a star! Star!
Wakes up:
And hell, I'm nobody!

- You mean that 1\4 of Americans are idiots?
- Yes, 1\4 Americans are idiots, here we are four? You're an idiot, just 1\4.

Hence the question, if not terrorists caused the tragedy, then whose fault is it? There were two towers, two minus one, one. One by one, to adinacati. Two minus one, one one and one. The Union of Directors of world trade centre 9 people. The eleventh number of the ninth month. Two minus one plus nine, turns twelve. It's clear that behind all this is... Kyle.

- Again, you all pulled, fatty!
- But don't kill me!

All hands on deck!