"Roger Ebert devrait manger moins gras/Script" | "La Garçonnière/Script" | "Les journées vaches/Script" |
Cast
- Stan Marsh
- Kyle Broflovski
- Eric Cartman
- Kenny McCormick
- Wendy Testaburger
- Bebe Stevens
- Clyde Donovan
- Butters Stotch
- Kevin Stoley
- Fosse McDonald
- Randy Marsh
- Sharon Marsh
- Liane Cartman
- Mr. Mackey
- Chef
- Roy, Le nouvel ami de Sharon
- Cinquièmes
- Runaway Girls
- Scott
- Terrance et Phillip
- Fat Abbott and friends
Script
La Garçonnière | |
Episode starts in the playground. Bill plays catch with a blue-hatted boy in a red shirt, a brown-haired girl, Annie, and Tolkien are on swings, and Pip and Red are on the hobby elephants. Stan is hiding behind a tree, using his gloved hand as a gun. | |
Sgt. Stanley Marsh is trapped behind enemy lines. His only chance of survival is to sneak past the Bosnian guard who stands watch. | |
Cartman is patrolling the invisible boundary. | |
Sgt. Marsh knows it's now or never. He must make a run for it. | |
Stan waits for Cartman, who is wielding a stick, shaped vaguely like a pistol, to pass, then rushes past him. | |
American base is only a few feet away. | |
Cartman turns and notices Stan. | |
What is this? Halt! | |
They "fire" away at each other. From behind a nearby bush Kyle and Kenny pop up and "fire" at Cartman. | |
It will take more than your weak American weapons to destroy me! | |
Cartman, we shot your Bosnian fat ass! | |
Yeah! You're dead! | |
I have Class 4 armor on, that, uh, ih-ih-- | |
No, you don't! | |
--special armor, that's impenetrable to American bullets. | |
Dude! Every time we play Americans vs. Bosnians, you cheat! | |
Yeah, Cartman, you suck! If you want to play Americans vs. Bosnians any more, you can just play with yourself! | |
Stan and Kyle leave. | |
That's fine! I'd like playing with myself! I'll play with myself all day long! | |
Kenny laughs and Cartman looks at him. | |
What? | |
Stan and Kyle have walked off away from Cartman and Kenny. | |
Well? Now what are we going to do? | |
Huh-I dunno. | |
Wendy walks up, with Bebe closely following behind her. | |
Hi, Stan. | |
Hi, Wendy. | |
Kyle, doesn't Bebe look pretty today? | |
Bebe comes out from behind Wendy, looking hopeful. | |
I dunno. | |
She does. She looks very pretty. | |
Okay. | |
Stan, can I talk to you for a second? | |
Wendy takes his hand and pulls him aside. Bebe and Kyle are left to look at each other. Bebe smiles at Kyle, and he looks around and put his hands behind him. The two remain silent. She's still smiling. Wendy and Stan walk out of earshot from them. | |
Stan, wouldn't it be fun if we fixed Kyle up with Bebe? | |
No. | |
If Bebe and Kyle were a couple, then we can invite them over to your clubhouse for dinner and play parlor games and have meaningful conversations and sip cognac by the fireplace. | |
We could? | |
Yeah, Stan. | |
But dude, I don't have a clubhouse. | |
You don't?? I thought all guys had clubhouses. | |
Just how many guys' clubhouses have you been in? | |
Back near the tree, Cartman is sitting on Kenny who is struggling to escape. | |
Herr Kommandant Cartman has ways of making you talk! | |
Kenny is too weak to escape and Cartman farts on him. | |
(Heellp!!) | |
Stan, you have to build a clubhouse! Then all four of us can sit in it and play Truth or Dare! | |
[Intrigued.] Truth or Dare? Wow. | |
Stan walks back over to Kyle. | |
Come on, Kyle. We've got work to do. | |
We do? | |
We're gonna build a clubhouse. I have to ask my dad for help. | |
They walk off. Bebe's eyes follow them out, and Wendy rejoins her. | |
[To Wendy.] Did it work? | |
I think it did, Bebe. If all goes as planned, Kyle will be your new boyfriend. | |
I hope so Wendy. He's got such a hot ass. | |
The Marsh house. Randy turns on the TV and ends up on Terrance and Phillip, who are in a church. | |
Hey, Phillip, pull my finger. | |
All right, Terrance. | |
Phillip pulls Terrance's finger. | |
Hurgh. Oh, wait wait wait. Pull harder. | |
Well, all right. | |
Phillip tugs harder. | |
Hurgh, urgh. | |
Randy laughs. | |
Damnit! Pull really hard, Phillip! | |
Okay. | |
Hurgh-rrh. Waiwait, wait wait. Hrhrhrhrh. Aha! Hr-rhrh. Oh my! Yeee-aaa! | |
Terrance takes a deep breath to try to push out a fart. | |
Hurh. Uhwaiwait. Ye-aauraah- | |
A weak, high pitched fart finally escapes, and the two laugh. | |
Caught you there! | |
Uh oh! | |
Randy laughs, as Stan and Kyle approach. | |
God. Oh, you got me, Terrance! | |
Yes, I sure did! | |
Randy laughs some more. | |
Whoa, dude. Your dad is watching Terrance and Phillip. | |
No, I was just uh flipping through the channels. | |
He starts changing the channels. | |
Hey, Dad, we need to build a clubhouse. | |
Okay. | |
How do we do it? | |
Uh, you just get a hammer and some wood. What? Uh some girls wanna play Truth or Dare or something? | |
Yeah, dude! How'd you know? | |
Stan and Kyle are stunned. | |
How do you think I met your mother? | |
[Walks in.] Randy, my wedding ring! I lost it down the garbage disposal! | |
Oh, brother. | |
Terrance and Phillip are heard laughing, and Sharon looks at the TV. Phillip, right leg high, farts on Terrance, and they both continue laughing. | |
Stanley, I thought I told you not to watch this horrible cartoon! | |
Yeah, Stanley, you should know better. | |
Dude! | |
Sharon takes the remote from Randy and presses a few buttons. | |
Here, Stanley, You watch nice cartoons like Fat Abbot. | |
Randy, will you please come get my wedding ring out of the sink? | |
[Resisting.] Okay, okay. | |
Randy follows her off into the kitchen as the boys watch Fat Abbot. | |
Hey hey hey. What's goin' on, Rudy? | |
Man, Fat Abbot, you need to lose weight. | |
I'll lose weight when I feel like it, bitch! Shut yo bitchass mouth, ho! | |
Bitch, I'll kick yo ass! | |
Whoa, dude! | |
Sweet! | |
You think you're slick, you punkass blasphemous dope-fiend bitch! I had my jimmy whacked seven times last week! I'll bust a cap in yo n***a ass, shithead! | |
Wow, cartoons are getting really dirty! | |
Over in the kitchen, Randy is under the sink. | |
Did you find it? | |
Give me a second, would you? | |
Don't snap at me! | |
I didn't snap at you. | |
You snapped at me! | |
Whatever. | |
What ever?! In fifteen years you've never said, "whatever," to me! | |
I-I don't wanna fight, I'm sorry. | |
I'm sorry, too. | |
Uh I think I found it. | |
He comes out from under the sink with an alarm clock. | |
That's not it, you idiot! | |
Hey, back off, bitch! | |
[Gasps.] You just said the C-word! | |
Did I? | |
Stan and Kyle are outside working on their clubhouse. The steps, supports, and floor are in place, and they start work on the railing. | |
This is a sweet spot for a clubhouse. | |
Yeah. Hey Stan, what did your dad mean when he said we're gonna play Truth or Dare? | |
Oh uh, just that, mmmaybe when we're finished, Wendy and- uh... Bebe can come over and play. | |
Dude, what kind of sick joke is that? Girls suck ass. | |
Well-uhuh, of course they do, but uh, wouldn't it be sweet to- to play Truth or Dare with them? | |
What? Why? | |
Because, dude. We could make them do really gross stuff, like eat bugs. | |
Hey yeah! That'd be sweet! We could totally ruin their lives! | |
Cartman and Kenny stop by. | |
What are you guys doing? | |
We're building a clubhouse. | |
[Laughs heartily.] A clubhouse? Heheh, that's the lamest thing I've ever heard! | |
It's not lame, it's sweet! After we build this clubhouse, we're gonna get girls to play Truth or Dare! | |
[Thinks it over.] Wwwhy?? | |
Because, dumbass, we can dare them to do gross stuff and make them cry! What? Were you born yesterday? | |
Yeah, now beat it you guys. This clubhouse is private! | |
That's fine. We'll build our own clubhouse! | |
Fine! | |
Fine! And then we'll get girls to play Truth or Dare, too! | |
Fine! | |
Fine! | |
Fine! | |
(Fine!) | |
Fine! | |
Fine! That's fine. | |
Cartman turns and walks away with Kenny. | |
Fine! | |
Fine! | |
Cartman's house. Cartman and Kenny are looking over the clubhouse kit Cartman has apparently ordered: The Ewok Village 2000 Deluxe Club House Kit w/Elevator. It has a two-story design. Cartman is wearing a yellow hard hat, and Kenny is trying to get a better look at the blueprints. | |
No, Kenny, you can't look, I'm the foreman! | |
(Well, why the fuck do I have to do everything while you stand around in the snow lookin--) | |
Kenny inches the blueprints closer to himself. | |
Because, Kenny, your family's poor. You have to be the worker. | |
[Still trying.] (Uh--) | |
No, Kenny. | |
[Stopping by.] How's the treehouse coming along, hon? | |
Mom, it's not a treehouse, it's a clubhouse! | |
Sorry, hon. | |
Mom? Can we pull up the carpeting in the living room? | |
Well, I don't know, Eric. If you did that, then the floors would be bare. | |
[Sliding into a whine.] But Mmmom, the blueprint says we need carpeting in the clubhouse! | |
Well, all right. | |
Kenny, my mom says you can go get carpeting in the living room now. | |
(You suck ass and you suck dick!) | |
Kenny walks off to get the carpeting. | |
And stop your bitchin'! | |
Stan's House, Stan enters the kitchen and reaches for a jar as his mom washes dishes. She's upset. | |
What are you doing, sweetheart? | |
Getting a cookie. We're building a clubhouse and then we're-- | |
You men are all alike. First you get a cookie and then you criticize the way I dress and then it's the way I cook! I suppose next you'll be telling me that you need your space and that I'm sabotaging your creativity. Go ahead, Stanley, get your God-damned cookie! | |
She walks off in a huff. | |
'Kay. | |
South Park Elementary. Class is now in session. Mr. Twig is still there. | |
And so, children, today we're gonna focus on American history, right Mr. Twig? | |
Uh- that's right, Mr. Garrison. American history is very important-- | |
When is Mr. Hat coming back? | |
What did you say?! | |
When is Mr. Hat coming back? | |
I told you to never mention that name in my classroom again! Mr. Hat is a two-timin' w****, and now we all learn from Mr. Twig! | |
But Mr. Twig sucks. | |
Yeah. | |
That is enough! Mr. Hat is gone, and he isn't coming back, and I don't wanna hear it! Anyway, children, lets turn our history textbooks to page 105, which should be right after page 104... | |
So, how's your lame-ass clubhouse, Stan? | |
Better than yours, fat boy. | |
We'll see about that. [To Kenny.] Don't forget you need to cut school early and wait for the hot tub, Kenny. | |
[Gruffly.] (Yes, sir..!) | |
Is the clubhouse ready? | |
Almost. | |
Stan? Are you paying attention? | |
Yes, Mr. Garrison. | |
Well, then, Stanley. What did I just say? | |
Um. You said that even though- Charo appeared twelve times on the Love Boat, the episode with Captain and Tennille got higher ratings. | |
...Well, okay. I suppose you were paying attention. | |
Mr. Garrison turns to write on the blackboard. | |
Anyway, children, the Love Boat did go on for about eight years. They tried to bring it back recently, but it didn't work. Probably 'cause Robert Urich had to weigh... | |
While he's explaining the mediocrity of The Love Boat: The Next Wave, the following takes place. | |
Good guess, dude! | |
Phew. | |
Bebe writes a note and then hands it to Butters. | |
Pssst! Pass this up. | |
Butters hands along the note to Kevin. | |
Pass this up. | |
Kevin hands along the note to Fosse. | |
Pass this up. | |
Fosse hands along the note to Stan. | |
P-huh pass this h-up. | |
Stan gets the note and reads it. | |
Stanley, are you passing notes to Kyle?! | |
No, I just-- | |
Don't lie, Stan. Lying makes you sterile. | |
I'm not lying. Someone just handed me the-- | |
Stanley, if you think it's so important to keep interrupting my class, then why don't you come up to the front and read your note to Kyle for everyone to hear! | |
But I didn't write the note! | |
Mr. Garrison, Stan's behavior is having an adverse effect on my education. | |
Shut up, Cartman! | |
Stanley Marsh, you come up here right now and read your note! | |
Oh, man. | |
Bebe is worried, as Stan goes up to the front of the class to read the note. | |
Dear Kyle. | |
The entire class stares at Stan in shock. | |
Whoa, dude! | |
Mr. Mackey's office. Stan and Mr. Mackey are talking. | |
Now, young man, uh- school is a time for learning, m'kay? Not for immature skylarkings. | |
What's 'skylarkings'? | |
You know, like tomfooleries. | |
Who? | |
Someone knocks on Mr. Mackey's door. | |
Oh, your parents are here. | |
Oh, no. | |
They enter and stand behind Stan. | |
Thank you for coming on such short notice. I was just disciplining your son for his skylarkings. | |
Stanley, I... Skylarkings? | |
Yeahm'kay? | |
Stanley, I want you to explain to me why you were passing notes in school. | |
Randy, let me handle this. Now Stanley, I want you to explain to me why you were passing notes in school. | |
It wasn't my note, dude. It was some girl's. | |
Okay. Stanley, we're all here to get to the root of your behavior disorder. | |
You really should know better, Stanley. | |
You need to shape up, mister. | |
[To Randy.] Don't interrupt me! You always interrupt me when I talk! Can't you see that I--? | |
[A bit testily.] I don't interrupt you. | |
There, you did it again! [To Mr. Mackey.] He interrupted me again. | |
Okay, uh-- Perhaps you should let your wife finish talking, Mr. Marsh. Now, Stan, I want to you to be-- | |
Okay, I'm sorry I interrupt. But she always takes over any conversation! | |
Uh. U-uh, taking over any conversation's bad. | |
[To Randy.] Like you're one to talk! When's the last time you really listened to what I had to say?! | |
[Slowly.] Uuuhh. Mmm mkay. | |
When was the last time you had anything interesting to say? It's always gossip and stupid crap! | |
Okay uh uh uh-apparently we have a bit of a communication problem here. Uh, Mr. Marsh, tell me how you're feeling. | |
Well- uh, I feel like everything I do is wrong, it doesn't matter what I say. | |
Mkay. That's valid. Now, uh, Mrs. Marsh-- | |
Excuse me. | |
-how do you feel? | |
Like I'm a ghost. Like he sees right through me. | |
Oh, please! | |
Hello? | |
Oh, please yourself! | |
Who tries to control the marriage? And by that I mean, who's dominating the aspects of the relationship? | |
He is. | |
At this point everyone has completely forgotten about Stan, who gets off the chair. | |
No, she is. | |
Stan walks to the door and opens it. | |
Oh, I'm sorry! I guess I'm wrong again! | |
Stan is gone. | |
Mmkay. | |
Cartman's house. Foreman Cartman is back at the blueprint. | |
Look at it, Kenny. It is the greatest clubhouse ever built. | |
A shot of their "clubhouse". It looks shoddy and horrible. | |
Oh, man! | |
(Uh huh) | |
And we built it, with our own hands. Now all we need is chicks, Kenny. | |
(Yeah!) | |
All right. You go find chicks, Kenny. | |
(Well, why do I have to be the one to go and find chicks?) | |
Because I have to stay here and work! I still have to shingle the roof, test the foundation, run all kinds of inspections. I've got way too much to do, and all you have to do is to go find chicks! Now, stop your bitchin'! | |
Kenny walks off and Cartman watches him leave. As soon as he's gone, Cartman throws off his hat and runs into the house. | |
Mom, can I watch American Gladiators? | |
Stan's Backyard, Kyle is on the clubhouse floor, waiting as Stan climbs up the steps. A tire swing hangs from the foundation. | |
Dude! Where have you been? I've been waiting all afternoon. | |
I got in trouble for that note Bebe was trying to pass to you. | |
To me?? | |
I mean, no. Not to you. Forget it. Come on, dude. We have to finish our clubhouse quick. The girls wanna play Truth or Dare tomorrow! | |
They start hammering a board onto the floor, but... | |
We should use nails, dude. | |
My mom won't let us. | |
Wendy and Bebe arrive in backyard. | |
Hi, guys. How's the clubhouse coming? | |
Pretty good. We're almost done. | |
Well, hurry! We wanna play Truth or Dare! | |
We're going as fast as we can! | |
Kyle, could you turn around for a second? | |
Kyle and Stan look at each other. Kyle turns around, then looks back with Stan at the girls. | |
Thank you. | |
The girls walk away, and the boys resume hammering. | |
Come on, dude, we have to hammer faster. | |
Hey, Stan. Do you know how to play Truth or Dare? | |
No. | |
Well dude, how the hell are we supposed to play it, then? | |
I didn't even think about that. | |
Later, at Chef's house. Candles line his dining room wall, and he and Stan are sitting at his table. | |
And then, they'll ask, "Truth or Dare?' | |
And I say, "Dare!" | |
No no! You say, "Truth." | |
"Truth?" But that's boring! I want to get "Dare" to kiss her. | |
You have to say "Truth" the first few times. Or else, you seem too eager. | |
Oooh. | |
You can't seem too eager. You've got to play it cool, like you don't even care what happens. | |
Yeah. | |
Then, after a few "Truth"s, you finally answer, "Dare." | |
"Dare!" | |
But not like that, son. Like this: "Daaare". | |
Chef speaks in a low, senusal voice, as he moves his hand through the air in unison, for effect. | |
Oooh. | |
And then her little friend will dare you to kiss Wendy. | |
You really think so? | |
Of course she will. They're women. They've had this whole thing planned out months ahead of time. | |
Wow! | |
Meanwhile, over at Cartman's house. Cartman is watching TV, munching Cheesy Poofs. | |
Heeyy hey hey. What's goin' down, y'all? | |
Man, Fat Abbot. What are you doin' on this side of the 'hood? | |
You know somethin', Rudy? You're like school in summertime. | |
School in summertime? | |
Yeah, bitch, school in summertime! | |
Fat Abbot grabs Rudy by the collar and lifts him up high. | |
Open yo' fuckin' ears and shit, ho, or I'll pop your bitch ass. | |
I'llba poppa yourba bitcha assa tooba, bitcha. | |
What the hell is goin' on in this cartoon? | |
Cartman's doorbell rings, and he gets up to answer. | |
Oh. Hey, Kenny, did you find any chicks to come to the clubhouse? | |
[Proudly, with thumbs up.] (Uh-huh) | |
Kenny has found two teenage girls. | |
Hi. We ran away from home. | |
Well like, this kid told us we might be able to crash at your clubhouse for a couple of days. | |
[Amazed.] Holy crap! | |
He leads the three of them to the backyard. | |
Behold! The Ewok Village 2000! | |
Oh well, I guess it beats living at home. | |
[Enunciating properly.] Can I offer you ladies a cool beverage or a tasty snack? [Rubs his stomach.] | |
Meanwhile, over at Stan's house, Stan's phone starts ringing. | |
Hello? | |
How's the clubhouse coming, Stan? | |
We're working on it. | |
Well, I just thought I'd tell you that me and Kenny have finished our clubhouse, and we already have chicks over. | |
No, you don't! | |
Female giggles are heard through the phone, and Stan pulls the receiver from his ear. | |
Dude! | |
It's only a matter of time before we're playin' Truth or Dare with them. Good luck with your piece of crap clubhouse, stupid asshole. | |
Aw, that hunk of fat-- [Sharon walks in.] Mom, will you please ask Dad to come help me build my clubhouse? | |
Stanley, I think you should know that your father has moved out. | |
What?! Why? | |
Because, we're divorced, Stanley. | |
Divorced? On no. Does that mean you and Dad don't love me anymore? This is all my fault, isn't it? | |
Yeah, kind of. | |
...Dude, you're not supposed to say that! | |
But I would like you to meet your new stepfather, Roy. | |
Hello, son. | |
What?! | |
I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted. | |
Sharon leaves. | |
Hello, Stanley. I know this must be a very difficult period for you right now, and the adjustment is going to take some time. But I'd like to be your friend. So when you're ready, I want you to feel free to come to me with anything you might need, whether it's advice, or- just someone to play catch with. You can count on me. | |
This is happening way too fast. | |
Oh, Jesus! When are you gonna cut me some slack, huh?! I have taken you under my wing and done my best, and all you ever do is whine and moan about it! Now, for the last time, go cut some firewood! | |
Roy walks off. Stan stares after him blankly. Meanwhile, back at Cartman's house. | |
So, I'm on my way out the door, and she goes, "Make sure you're home before midnight!" | |
Ahaw, that's weak. | |
And I go, "Listen, bitch! I don't need my mother giving me no curfew!" | |
That's killer. | |
And she goes, "Yeah, well, if you're not home before midnight, don't bother coming home at all!" | |
That's totally weak! | |
So I go, "Fine! I won't come home!" | |
Sweet. | |
And then she goes, "Fine! Don't come home!", getting all up in my face and crap and acting all tough and crap. | |
Killer weak, sweet! | |
I'm sixteen. I should be able to do what I want when I want. | |
Cartman listens intently. | |
I don't need her breathing down my neck every two seconds telling me what I can and cannot do! | |
I had the same thing with my mom the other day. I'm all like, "Ey! I am not a little kid anymore! Ma, I'm eight years old! And if I wanna fingerpaint, then I'm gonna fingerpaint!" | |
The girls just look at him. Back at Stan's house, Stan and Kyle are putting the finishing touches on their clubhouse. | |
Okay. We're done. | |
[Wiggling the railing.] Dude, I don't think this is very sturdy. | |
A piece of it comes off in his hand and falls to the ground, where it breaks. | |
It doesn't matter, dude. It only has to last long enough to play Truth or Dare. I'm gonna go get the girls. | |
Stan climbs down. | |
Okay. | |
Stan is humming as he is going away, but his is stopped by a pair of legs, he looks up. | |
G'oh? | |
Stanley, it's time to go! | |
Go where? | |
Your bastard father has visitation rights, and this is his time with you. | |
But no! I have to get the girls to come- | |
Come on, Stanley! | |
She takes him away by the hand. | |
Weak! | |
A car is heard pulling up. It's Randy, in a red Corvette. | |
Dad? | |
Hey, Stanley, uh, hop in. | |
Stan gets in, and they peel off. | |
Listen, Stanley, I- I know all this change must be tough on you, but you know, your-your mother and I thought it'd be best for all of us if we'd split up. | |
But I don't understand why we have to-- | |
Randy pulls up and stops next to a pink Jeep. | |
Well, hello, ladies. | |
Hi, handsome. We're gonna be at Larry's Bar tonight. | |
[Suavely.] I'm already there. | |
She winks at him and the ladies peel off. Randy turns to Stan. | |
What were we talking about? Oh yeah. See, your mother and I still care about you and your sister. But we just don't like being around each other any more. | |
Well, I don't like being around my sister anymore; does that mean I can leave her, too? | |
Well, no, because you're a family. You just can't leave family; you have to stick with family, no matter what. | |
But you and Mom are family; how come you can just split up? | |
Randy is stumped. | |
You know what I think? I think that when you and Mom got married, you became family. And now that you are, you shouldn't be able to leave her anymore than I can leave my sister. | |
Hoho, Stan, you're so young. You just don't get it. | |
Randy pulls back up at Stan's house. | |
Well, anyway, have a nice day. | |
What? That's it? | |
Yeah. But I loved our time together. I hate to see it end. Go on, get out. | |
Stan gets out of the car. | |
You know that nothing is more important to me than you, right, Stan? | |
I guess, but-- | |
Before Stan can finish, Randy drives off, Stan just watches, speechless. Moments later, he is inside his clubhouse with Kyle, they are looking out the window in anticipation of Wendy and Bebe coming over. | |
Okay, dude, the girls are gonna be here to play Truth or Dare any minute. | |
Stan, if I didn't know you better, I would almost think you're doing this because you wanna play with girls. | |
No way, dude! Don't be silly. | |
[Off screen.] Come on, Wendy. | |
We have to say "Truth" a couple of times before we say "Dare," right? | |
Right. Why? | |
Because if we don't, we'll seem too eager. | |
Too eager to what? | |
To say "Dare," dumbass! Jeez. | |
[Entering the clubhouse.] Hi, guys. | |
The boys are startled, but turn around. | |
Oh, hi Wendy. What's up? | |
Don't you guys still wanna play "Truth or Dare"? | |
Yeah! I mean, sure, whatever. | |
Then come on! | |
They all sit, Wendy across from Stan, Bebe across from Kyle. | |
[To Kyle, softly.] Remember, "Truth" the first couple of times. | |
Okay. | |
Who wants to go first? | |
I will. Kyle? | |
Yeah? | |
Truth or Dare? | |
Umm. Dare? | |
Stan looks at him angrily, then punches him on the arm. | |
Dude! | |
What? | |
[Whispers.] How about we give him Bebe? | |
[Whispers.] Okay. | |
[Whispers.] Okay. | |
[Whispers.] Okay. | |
Kiss Bebe on the lips! | |
What?!! Sick, dude, I'm not kissing a girl! | |
What's the matter, Kyle? | |
It's just wrong, that's all. | |
Don't be a chicken, dude. Just close your eyes. | |
What the hell have you gotten me into?! | |
Dude, Cartman is in his clubhouse playing Truth or Dare with girls right now. You really want him to beat us? | |
Kyle thinks for a moment then looks at Bebe. | |
Hoh boy. | |
Kyle puckers up, Bebe comes and gives him a peck on the lips. | |
Sick! | |
He gets up and rushes to the entrance. | |
Aggghhh! Fucking sickening! | |
Kyle shimmies on down. | |
[Staring at him as he leaves.] Wow, look at that ass! Shake it, baby! | |
Your turn, Bebe. | |
[Seated back by Wendy.] Okay, Stan. Truth or Dare? | |
Stan takes a moment to look at Wendy, then at her lips. | |
Stan, Truth or Dare? | |
[Sensually.] Dare. | |
Before Bebe can respond and bring Stan to Wendy's sweet lips, Roy pops in, ruining everything. | |
Son, could you please help me with the firewood? | |
...Dude, we cut firewood all day yesterday! We have enough to last twelve years! | |
When will you let me in? Let me love you?! Now, get your ass out here and help me. | |
Bye, Stan. Hopefully we can play Truth or Dare tomorrow. | |
Crap! | |
Over at Cartman's clubhouse. | |
I think you should be able to move out legally when you're fourteen. | |
[Pulls out a cigarette.] Our moms won't even let us smoke. | |
Yeah, it's my body. My mom always gives me shit for smoking, but it's my body. I should be able to do whatever I want with it. | |
Totally. Uuuuuh my mom gives me shit sometimes, and I tell her to shut her hole before I kick her in the nuts! | |
Just then, Liane calls up to him and he freezes. | |
Eric, snookums! it's time for Mommy to tuck you into your snuggleboat for night-night. | |
He's clearly alarmed now. | |
Eric, are you out there in your clubhouse? | |
[Voice shaking.] Coming, Mom. [To the girls.] Okay, we have to play Truth or Dare, quick! | |
Hey, girls. | |
What's up. | |
Oh hey, Scott. | |
Who the hell are you?! | |
Uh- we invited some people over. Hope you don't mind. | |
How many people? | |
The bus stop, next day. Kyle is alone, and Bebe walks up. | |
Kyle, can I talk to you? | |
Okay. | |
Kyle, this is very difficult for me. I think we need time apart. | |
Huh? | |
I'm just feeling really trapped. I can't go on with this codependency. | |
Okay, that's fine. | |
Bebe covers Kyle's mouth with her mitten. | |
No, no. Don't speak. Just try and understand. It has to be this way. | |
[Muffled.] But I don't care. | |
Please. Just remember the good times we had. I'll never forget you. Never. | |
She walks over to love interest. | |
Okay, Clyde, we can go now. | |
Bitchin'. | |
Clyde walks off after her. Back at Stan's house, Roy is watching a home decorating show. Stan comes in. | |
These are café curtains that require no sewing, and I know you all love that! | |
A smattering of applause. Not many audience members. | |
Do you mind if I watch cartoons? I've had a rough day. | |
Nnuuhunuuhh. | |
What? | |
Chores. Do chores. | |
My dad lets me watch cartoons. | |
Well I'm not your dad. Okay? I'm not your dad! You- you can't just go around playing games with my emotions. | |
Roy starts weeping and walks away as Sharon approaches. | |
[Arms on her hips.] Stanley, what did you do to Roy? | |
Roy's a dick! He ruined my chances with Wendy in the clubhouse! | |
[Sighs.] Stanley, you know you're the most important thing to me, right? | |
If that's true, then get back together with Dad for me! | |
Now Stanley, you have to understand how divorce works. When I say, "you're the most important thing to me," what I mean is, you're the most important thing after me and my happiness and my new romances. | |
Oh. | |
Bye now. Roy! | |
Sharon goes after him. | |
Divorce is stupid. | |
Stan clicks on the TV, and "Fat Abbot" comes on. | |
Heeyy heeyy heeyy! Hey Yolanda. Why is your eye all black and blue and shit? | |
Maaan, Fat Abbot. My stepdad popped me in my eye. | |
Stepdad? You gotta off his ass! | |
Really? | |
Yeah, bitch! Snatch his ass in a bear trap! Leave that motherfucker swingin' from a tree so high nobody finds him for days! Glock-glock, you know what I'm sayin'? Dumbassed motherfucker pullin' shit! Damn! | |
You're right, Fat Abbot. Thanks! | |
No problem, ho. Maybe later you can suck my dick, bitch-ho! Shit! | |
Well, Fat Abbot and the gang sure done learned somethin' today. If you have a stepdad ridin' your ass, just snatch his ass in a bear trap. Grine! No more stepdad. See ya next time eatin' the pudding. | |
Yeah. Yeah, I think I'll write a little note for Roy. | |
Stan grabs paper and pencil and starts writing. That night, over at Cartman's clubhouse, the place is jumping, music is blaring, and a small crowd mills around. The long-haired teenager stands next to the radio for a moment, then passes out. Cartman brings a tray holding a box and bowl of Cheesy Poofs. | |
Hey, kid, give me some of those! | |
Holding a beer bottle, he grabs some Cheesy Poofs and swallows them. | |
Cartman fights through the crowd to the teenage girls Kenny found. | |
Hey! When are we gonna play Truth or Dare? | |
What? That game's for kids. | |
This is bullcrap! | |
Cartman throws up the tray and lets it fly everywhere, Randy, who is also at Cartman's clubhouse party is hanging out near a girl dancing in overalls. | |
Oh boy, it's getting late. I'm gonna have to leave this party. | |
This sucks, Kenny! I wish we'd never built a clubhouse! | |
The music begins to build. | |
Mosh pit! | |
Kenny stands alone in an open space in the crowd. | |
(Huh?) | |
The crowd rushes to fill it in and stomps all over him, then disperses, revealing rats feasting on his corpse. The lyrics appropriately say, "Why don't you just pull a piece of me? Why catch some piece of me? Why does everybody want a piece of me?" | |
Oh my God, they killed Kenny! | |
Outside on the street in front of Cartman's house, Kyle happens to be passing by. | |
You bastard! | |
Over at Stan's house. Sharon shouts for Stan to hear if he is home. | |
Stanley?! Your father is coming over for visitation! Stan? | |
She sees the note he has written, which reads: Meet me in the clubhouse. She tosses the note onto the sofa and walks out. Roy enters the living room after she has left. | |
Sharon? Sharon, have you seen my copy of Harper's? | |
Roy sees the note and reads it aloud. | |
Meet me at the clubhouse. | |
Out inside Stan's clubhouse, Randy is sitting alone, Sharon climbs up and parts the curtain behind him. | |
Oh, Randy. What are you doing here? | |
She climbs in and sits near him. | |
I, uh, got a note from Stanley to come out to the-uh clubhouse. | |
Oh I thought that note was for me. | |
Oh, maybe it was. | |
Sharon looks around, surveying Stan and Kyle's handiwork. | |
Well, it looks like our little Stanley has built himself quite a clubhouse here. | |
I remember not too long ago we were just kids playing kissing games in my clubhouse. | |
A moment of awkward silence, then Sharon gets up and goes to leave. | |
Goodnight. | |
Sharon? | |
Yes? | |
She turns back to face him. | |
Truth or Dare? | |
It's too late for games. | |
She comes back in and sits down. | |
No, I'm serious, please. Truth or Dare? | |
Truth. | |
Do you still love me? | |
Oh, Randy, I do love you, but- now I'm so confused-uh. I'm living with Roy and-, I don't know how to break it off with him. | |
Roy exits the house looking for Sharon. | |
Sharon-- | |
Roy springs a trap. | |
Guh-ow! Uh. Ey! Uh. | |
Well, you never know. Maybe-- | |
He- | |
--thing will work out. | |
Hello? | |
Maybe. I guess it's my turn. Truth or Dare? | |
Sharon? | |
[Sensually.] Dare. | |
Do me. Right here in the clubhouse. | |
Randy pounces on her and they go at it. | |
Hello? Hel-lo? Could- could somebody get me d-? Hello? | |
Stan is holding the rope to the trap. | |
Wow. Clubhouses are magical. | |
The next day back at the clubhouse, Stan, Wendy, Bebe, and Clyde are there. | |
Okay. It's my turn. Stan? Truth or Dare? | |
Stan is nervous, sweating, but willing. He looks at Wendy then at her lips. | |
Dare. | |
Wendy and Bebe whisper. | |
Take this stick and jam it up your peehole. | |
...What?! | |
Wow, that sucks! Do you think it'll hurt? | |
End of Clubhouses, Roy is still dangling from the tree outside. | |
Hello? I sure am hungry. Anybody? It certainly does suck right here. Hello? Shuh- Sharon? Sharon, hello? | |
Fin de La Garçonnière |