John Hammond: All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked! Dr. Ian Malcolm: Yeah, but, John, if The Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.
[Venkman arrives at 55 Central Park West, a few minutes after Louis was chased out by a terror dog] Dr. Peter Venkman: [to a policeman] What happened? Policeman at Apartment: Some moron brought a cougar to a party and it went berserk.
Joe Buck: I'm brand, spankin' new in this here town and I was hopin' to get a look at the Statue of Liberty. Cass: It's up in Central Park, taking a leak. If you hurry, you can catch the supper show.
Sheila Broflovski: Remember what the MPAA says; Horrific, Deplorable violence is okay, as long as people don't say any naughty woids! That's what this war is all about!
Kenny's Mom: Well, fine. You go ahead and miss church and then when you die and go to hell, you can answer to Satan! Kenny: [pauses] Okay!
Terrence: You're such a pig-fucker, Phillip! Phillip: Terrance, why would you call me a pig-fucker? Terrence: Well, let's see. First of all, you fuck pigs. Phillip: Oh yeah!
Cartman: Yes, that's right, I saw the Terrance and Phillip movie. Now who wants to touch me? [pause] Cartman: [yells] I said, who wants to fuckin' touch me?
Satan: [singing] What if you remain a sandy little butthole? Saddam Hussein: [singing] Hey, Satan, don't be such a twit / Mother Teresa won't have shit on me.
[Shelia Brovlovski is speaking on national television about war against Canada] Sheila Broflovski: ...if it's war they want, it's war they'll have! Cartman: This is fucking weak...
Voice on Radio: And so, the draft will being tomorrow as more and more troops are needed to invade the Canadian border. The Canadian government pleads for a peaceful resolution, but naturally, we're not listening.
Cartman: [Realizing he still has Mr. Hat] Why the hell am I still holding this thing for? [Throws him away] Mr. Garrison: [From off screen] Mr. Hat, no!
Cartman: Aw, screw it. It probably isn't all that good anyway. Kyle: Cartman! What the hell are you talking about? You LOVE Terrance and Philiip! Cartman: Yeah, but the animation is all crappy.
Sheila Broflovski: Nooo! [shoots Terrence and Phillip with a gun] Kyle: Holy shit, dude! Sheila Broflovski: Young man, you watch your mouth. [blood oozes out of Phillip's body]
Javier Rodriguez: You like baseball? We need lights for the parks, so kids can play at night. So they can play baseball. So they don't become burros para los malones. Everybody likes baseball. Everybody likes parks.
I try not to remember them but very often memories force themselves on my consciousness; they are like stubborn relatives who invite themselves over even when you've made it clear that they are unwelcome.
Biodiversity can't be maintained by protecting a few species in a zoo, or by preserving greenbelts or national parks. To function properly, nature needs more room than that. It can maintain itself, however, without human expense, without zookeepers, ...
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigat...
[Finishing his "Kyle's Mom" song] Cartman: Kyle's Mom... She's a big, fat, fuckin' BIIIIIIIIITCH! Who's a fuckin' bitch? Kyle's Mooooooooom! Yeah! [Notices Kyle's mom standing behind him] Cartman: Oh fuck.
Gregory: I must say, I don't believe I belong here with these rogues. I transferred from Yardale where I had a 4.0 grade point average. Cartman: You're a fucking faggot, dude.
Kyle: Let me have some candy, Cartman. Cartman: Let's see, hmm, nope, I don't have any Jewish candy. Kyle: Fine! Like you really need all that chocolate, fat boy!
Brian Dennehy: Did someone say my name? Stan: Who are you? Brian Dennehy: I'm Brian Dennehy. Kyle: What? No, not fuckin' Brian Dennehy! Stan: Get the fuck out of here! Brian Dennehy: Oh. Bye.
