Rhett Butler: Take a good look my dear. It's an historic moment you can tell your grandchildren about - how you watched the Old South fall one night.
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border. O'Reilly: How big's the opposition? Chris: Thirty guns. O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
N/A: The Indians of South America are still engaged in a struggle to defend their land and their culture. May of the priests who, inspired by Faith and Love continue to support the rights of the Indians for justice, do so with their lives.
Sheila Broflovski: What the heck is a rimjob? Mrs. Cartman: Why, that's where you put your legs behind your head and let someone lick your ass.
Stan: Wait, before we put a message out, do a search on the word clitoris. Kyle: Hmm OK Found: 8,000,000 pages found with the word clitoris.
The Mole: Now, did you bring the mirror? Stan: Check! The Mole: Did you bring the rope? Stan: Check! The Mole: Did you bring the buttfor? Stan: What's a buttfor? The Mole: For pooping, silly.
The Mole: If anything goes wrong, make a sound like a dying giraffe. Stan: What's a dying giraffe sound like? The Mole: WUUUUUaahhh! WUUUaaaaaaahhhhh!
[In bed together] Satan: Is sex the only thing that matters to you? Saddam Hussein: I love you.
Newscaster: It's been six weeks since Saddam Hussein was killed by a pack of wild boars and the world is still glad to be rid of him.
Cartman, Kyle, Stan: [singing] Why did our mothers start this war? What the fuck are they fighting for? When did this song become a marathon?
Terrence: Now, Phillip, did you learn something in all this? Phillip: I did, Terrence. I learned that you're a boner-biting, dick-fart, fuck-face! [they laugh]
Saddam Hussein: [torturing Kenny] Yeah Yeah, men, this is getting me so hot. Rub my nipples while I torture this little piggy
Sheila Broslofski: Gentlemen, do you have any last words? Phillip: Last words? How's aboot: "Get me the fuck out of this chair!" How's that for last words?
Stan: Hey, guys. Do you know where I can find the clitoris? Kyle: The what? Cartman: What, is that like finding Jesus or something?
Satan: You have spilled the blood of the innocent. Now begins two million years of Darkness. Chef: Oh, good job Mrs. Broslofski. Thanks a lot!
Personnel Officer: Wanna work uptown at nights? South Bronx? Harlem? Travis Bickle: I'll work anytime, anywhere. Personnel Officer: Will you work on Jewish holidays? Travis Bickle: Anytime, anywhere.
I went to Afghanistan in '96 to write about terrorist training camps south of Jalalabad and Tora Bora, in the mountains. I was there right before the Taliban took over, literally a few weeks before they took Kabul. The frontline wasn't terribly activ...
Like the Negro League players, I traveled through the segregated south as a young man. Because I was black, I was denied service at many restaurants and could only drink from water fountains marked 'Colored.' When I went to the movies, I would have t...
Harry: [to Yuri] An Uzi? I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles. I didn't come here to shoot twenty black ten year olds in a drive-by. I want a normal gun for a normal person.
You know that everyone thinks that in order to do South Park we must be wild, crazy, rock and roll stars. But the truth is we're just wholesome middle-American guys. We enjoy soda pop, baseball and beating up old people just as much as anybody.
When I was growing up in the south Indian city of Madras, there were only two political parties that mattered; one was run by a former matinee idol, and the other was run by his former screenwriter.
