Today, we have two Vietnams, side by side, North and South, exchanging and working. We may not agree with all that North Vietnam is doing, but they are living in peace. I would look for a better human rights record for North Vietnam, but they are liv...
I grew up on the south side of Chicago, most of that time on welfare. My mother and sister and I used to live with my grandparents and various cousins. We shared a two-bedroom tenement, and the three of us slept in one of those bedrooms and had a set...
I don't worry about protein. I don't worry about all that. I'm from old school. I grew up in south Georgia. They didn't worry about cholesterol or protein. They went out and worked and lived a long time, so I don't put a lot of worries in my mind.
I grew up in the South, in New Orleans, where guys torture you all the time. So I didn't really grow up on the self-esteem campaign. When you were lousy at something, they told you you were lousy, and they told you how to fix it.
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...
