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==Cast== |
==Cast== |
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− | *Stan Marsh |
+ | * [[Stan Marsh]] |
− | *Kyle Broflovski |
+ | * [[Kyle Broflovski]] |
− | *Eric Cartman |
+ | * [[Eric Cartman]] |
− | *Kenny McCormick |
+ | * [[Kenny McCormick]] |
− | *Pip |
+ | * [[Pip Pirrip]] |
+ | * [[Bebe Stevens]] |
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− | *Butters Stotch (referred to as Swanson) |
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+ | * [[Clyde Donovan]] |
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− | *Bebe Stevens |
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+ | * [[Mr. Mackey]] |
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− | *Clyde Donovan |
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+ | * [[Sheila Broflovski]] |
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− | *Mr. Mackey |
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− | * |
+ | * [[Gerald Broflovski]] |
+ | * [[Sharon Marsh]] |
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− | *Gerald Broflovski |
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− | * |
+ | * [[Randy Marsh]] |
+ | * [[Jerome "Chef" McElroy|Chef]] |
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− | *Randy Marsh |
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+ | * [[Veronica Crabtree|Ms. Crabtree]] |
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− | *Chef |
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+ | * [[Nurse Gollum]] |
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− | *Ms. Crabtree |
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+ | * [[Principal Victoria]] |
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− | *Nurse Gollum |
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+ | * [[Token Black]] |
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− | *Principal Victoria |
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− | *Officer Barbrady |
+ | * [[Officer Barbrady]] |
− | *Jimbo Kern |
+ | * [[Jimbo Kern]] |
− | *Bob Thomas |
+ | * [[Bob Thomas]] |
− | *The Denver Cougars |
+ | * The Denver Cougars |
− | *Kevin Stoley |
+ | * [[Kevin Stoley]] |
+ | * Chinese commentators |
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− | *Annie Faulk (referred to as Jordan) |
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− | *Chinese |
+ | * The Chinese Dodgeball Team |
− | *The Chinese Dodgeball Team |
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==Script== |
==Script== |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|South Park Elementary Gym.}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Okay, children, it's Friday, and you know what that means for PE class. We're gonna play dodgeball!}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[South Park Elementary Gym]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The class groans.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|We don't wanna play dodgeball. It hurts.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Yeah.}} |
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− | |Okay, children, it's Friday, and you know what that means for PE class. We're gonna play dodgeball! ''[the class groans]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|So let's have half the children on this side ''[To his right.]'' and half the children on that side. ''[To his left]''}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Team 1 walks to one side. The children groan.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|''[Uncertain.]'' Uhh... Excuse me a moment, gentlemen. I don't believe I know how to play dodgeball.}} |
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− | |We don't wanna play dodgeball. It hurts. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|''[With Clyde and Stan looking on.]'' What? Don't you have dodgeball in France?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Well, no. And actually, I'm not from France--}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Look, Pip, the rules are simple. A kid from that team is gonna try to bean a kid on our team in the head with a big red ball.}} |
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− | |Yeah. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Oh, dear.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|If the ball hits you, you're out, but if you catch the ball, he's out, and the last team to still have anybody standing wins.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Oh, what jolly good fun!}} |
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− | |So let's have half the children on this side ''[to his right]'' and half the children on that side. ''[to his left. Team 1 walks to one side]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|No it isn't, it hurts! I can't believe they let us play this in school.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The teams are as follows:<br>Team 1: Kyle, Clyde, Kenny, Stan, Cartman, Pip, Jordan, Swanson, and the boy with the blue cap<br>Team 2: Bill, Fosse, Kevin, Bebe, Red, and Terrance.}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[Blows his whistle.]'' Play ball!}} |
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− | |''[uncertain]'' Uhh... Excuse me a moment, gentlemen. I don't believe I know how to play dodgeball. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kevin takes the ball and chucks it at Stan's team. It hits Clyde.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Clyde|Ow! Ahow-ow-ooooowww!}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Dammit, we lost one already!}} |
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− | |''[with Clyde and Stan looking on]'' What? Don't you have dodgeball in France? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Aheeheh, you're out, Clyde! Heheheh.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Jordan, Swanson, pull forward! We need backup.}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Jordan and Swanson pull forward as told to. Kevin throws again, and it hits Jordan, causing her to scream and be knocked out.}} |
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− | |Well, no. And actually, I'm not from France-- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|We're losing men fast out here!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He and Kyle jump out of the way as the ball sails towards the boy with the blue cap. The boy falls and lets out a grunt of pain. The ball returns to the opposing team.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[Giggling.]'' Concentrate on your ge-hame! ''Be'' the buhaw-hall!}} |
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− | |Look, Pip, the rules are simple. A kid from that team is gonna try to bean a kid on our team in the head with a big red ball. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kevin serves again, and Kyle looks away as it comes towards him, amazingly Kyle opens his eyes to find the ball is in his hands.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|I caught it! I caught it!}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Great catch, Kyle! Now your team's on offense!}} |
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− | |Oh, dear. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Here, Pip, ''you'' throw.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kyle tosses the ball to Pip, who catches it.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Ugh... Oh, no, I couldn't.}} |
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− | |If the ball hits you, you're out, but if you catch the ball, he's out, and the last team to still have anybody standing wins. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Come on, limey, don't be a wuss! Are you just gonna be a little French pansy your whole life?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|I'm not French--}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Throw the ball, you stupid frog!}} |
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− | |Oh, what jolly good fun! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Pip sets up to throw.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|God-damn, maybe if you didn't eat all those croissants,}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Angered, Pip throws the ball at him.}} |
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− | |No it isn't, it hurts! I can't believe they let us play this in school. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|you'd be able to-- Ow! ''[He falls.]''.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Okay, that was pretty good, Pip, but you're supposed to hit the kids on the ''other'' team.}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Ow, my nose! You broke my nose!}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[The teams are as follows:<br>Team 1: Kyle, Clyde, Kenny, Stan, Cartman, Pip, Jordan (Annie), Swanson (Butters), and one other<br>Team 2: Bill, Fosse, Kevin, Bebe, and five others]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Damn, Pip. I didn't know you had it in you.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Ogh! I'm dreadfully sorry!}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|That nose is bleeding pretty bad, Kyle. I think you might have to go to the nurse's office.}} |
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− | |''[blows his whistle]'' Play ball! ''[Kevin takes the ball and chucks it at Stan's team. It hits Clyde]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Fear strikes the kids.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|''[Gasp.]'' No. No, it'll be okay!}} |
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− | !Clyde: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Sorry, son. You'll ''have'' to let the nurse look at it. Come on.}} |
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− | |Ow! Ahow-ow-ooooowww! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Chef takes him by the hand, and leads him away to the nurse's office.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Oh-- Noooo!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|''[Ominously.]'' Dude! He's going to the nurse's office.}} |
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− | |Dammit, we lost one already! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Clyde|I heard the school nurse is hideously deformed.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Bebe|I heard she has tentacles and eats children for lunch.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Stan? Has anybody actually seen the nurse, and come back to tell about it?}} |
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− | |Aheeheh, you're out, Clyde! Heheheh. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|''[Somberly.]'' No, Cartman. Nobody ever has.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Nurse's Office. Kyle's shadow is on the window. He waits with his hand on his nose. He sees a mouse nibble at some cheese and run away. He looks up, and a door opens. Kyle looks and shuts his eyes tight.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Are you Kyle Broflovski?}} |
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− | |Jordan, Swanson, pull forward! We need backup! ''[Kevin throws again, and it hits Jordan]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|She sounds friendly, but her shadow falls on him.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Ye-yes.}} |
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− | !Jordan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|I'm the school nurse. Did you hurt your nose?}} |
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− | |Aagghhh! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Ye-yes.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Young man, Why do you have your eyes closed? I'm not gonna hurt you.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|I know.}} |
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− | |We're losing men fast out here! ''[he and Kyle jump out of the way as the ball sails towards the unnamed teammate. The guy falls and the ball returns to the opposing team]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|So open them.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|She walks to her left, Kyle resists, then opens them.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Oh! Phew.}} |
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− | |''[giggling]'' Concentrate on your ge-hame! ''Be'' the buhaw-hall! ''[Kevin serves again, and Kyle looks away as it comes towards him.]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Now, what seems to be the problem?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Aw, I just hit my nose playing dodgeball.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Oh. Well, I'll get you an ice pack.}} |
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− | |''[finds the ball in his hands]'' I caught it! I caught it! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|She turns to face him, and a withered fetus comes into view. It is joined to her left temple and upper cheek.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|AAGGGGGHHHH!!}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|What?}} |
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− | |Great catch, Kyle! Now your team's on offense! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|OOOOOHHHHH MY GOD!!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Oh, I see you've noticed my disorder. I have a stillborn fetus growth attached to my head.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|'''''AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!'''''}} |
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− | |Here, Pip, ''you'' throw. ''[tosses the ball to him]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|After school, at Kyle's house. The boys are there to listen to Kyle's story.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|...And when she moved up and down, the little fetus jiggled.}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Boys|Eewwww!}} |
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− | |''[catches it]'' Ugh... Oh, no, I couldn't. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Did it talk? The little fetus, did it talk?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|No. No-it looked dead.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Boys|Eewwww!}} |
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− | |Come on, limey, don't be a wuss! Are you just gonna be a little French pig your whole life? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Wa-was it wearing clothes?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Dude, where is she gonna get fetus clothes?}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Oh, yeah. Eeww.}} |
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− | |I'm not French-- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Boys|Eewwww!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|And then she walked over to--}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Kyle! That is enough! I've been reading up on your poor nurse's condition, and it is ''nothing'' to be made fun of. It's called "conjoined twin myslexia".}} |
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− | |Throw the ball, you stupid frog! ''[Pip sets up]'' God-damn, maybe if you didn't eat all those croissants, ''[angered, Pip throws the ball at him]'' you'd be able to-- ''Ow! [he falls]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Who the hell cares what it's called? As long as she doesn't have to touch me...}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Now, that's just the kind of unawareness that we need to fight against. Sit down, boys.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They hop on the sofa. She sits in the middle and opens the book. Softly, she reads.}} |
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− | |Okay, that was pretty good, Pip, but you're supposed to hit the kids on the ''other'' team. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|You see boys, sometimes, when babies are born, they're born as twins. But sometimes the twins get hooked together, and they're born as ''Siamese'' twins.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|A picture of two adults attached by the side of the head is shown.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|The Boys|Gross!}} |
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− | |Ow, my nose! You broke my nose! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|But sometimes, after the Siamese twins are joined together, one of the twins dies before birth. The living baby is born with the dead baby still attached.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Stan is frightened.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Sometimes, this dead twin is inside the living person, so even ''you'' could have a dead twin inside you and not even know it!}} |
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− | |Damn, Pip. I didn't know you had it in you. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Now, Cartman is frightened. He and Stan rush out of there.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|AGGGGGGHHHHHH!}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|AGGHHH! Let me live! AGGGHHH!}} |
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− | |Ogh! I'm dreadfully sorry! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|So now that you're educated about her disease, you won't need to make fun of her. Right, bubbe?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Uhhhh... Yeah.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|She leaves, and Kyle's eyes follow her. Then he looks forward, then at Kenny. Kenny cracks up.}} |
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− | |That nose is bleeding pretty bad, Kyle. I think you might have to go to the nurse's office. ''[fear strikes the kids]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The dining room. Sheila serves dinner to Gerald as he reads the newspaper.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Can you imagine that poor, poor woman?}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Gerald|Mm-hmm.}} |
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− | |''[gasp]'' No. No, it'll be okay! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Feeling like an outcast, being ridiculed every day...}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Gerald|Mm-hmm.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The phone rings and Sheila answers.}} |
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− | |Sorry, son. You'll ''have'' to let the nurse look at it. Come on. ''[takes him by the hand]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Hello?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sharon|Hello, Sheila? It's Sharon, Stan's mother.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Stan is screaming and running around the house.}} |
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− | |Oh-- Noooo! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Oh, yes. Hello, Sharon.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sharon|Sheila, I was just wondering if you might know why my son is trying to split his head open with an ice pick?}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Randy chases him down.}} |
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− | |''[ominously]'' Dude! He's going to the nurse's office. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|No! I have to get it out!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Well, Sharon, I was just trying to educate them about conjoined twin myslexia.}} |
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− | !Clyde: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sharon|So this ''is'' your fault.}} |
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− | |I heard the school nurse is hideously deformed. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|ARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Randy|Damn it, stop.}} |
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− | !Bebe: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Stan slips from his grasp and he falls.}} |
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− | |I heard she has tentacles and eats children for lunch. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Randy|Oh!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Gets up and chases him.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Randy|Damn it!}} |
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− | |Stan? Has anybody actually seen the nurse, and come back to tell about it? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sharon|Would you do me a favor? Next time you want to scare the hell out of my child, just go outside and sit in the road until a truck runs you over instead?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Click. Stan runs by again, still screaming and pursued by Randy. Sheila is left with a dial tone.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|''[Undaunted.]'' That does it! I must educate the entire town about this awful disease!}} |
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− | |''[somberly]'' No, Cartman. Nobody ever has. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Gerald|Mm-hmm.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|South Park Elementary Gym.}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|''[To Cartman.]'' Dude, I don't get it. Why are we playing dodgeball again?}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[Nurse's Office. Kyle's shadow is on the window. He waits with his hand on his nose. He sees a mouse nibble at some cheese and run away. He looks up, and a door opens. Kyle looks and shuts his eyes tight]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Yeah. I thought we only played on Fridays.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[Arriving with a letter.]'' Children! Great news! We've been asked to play in the State Finals for dodgeball!}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|All|Awww...}} |
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− | |Are you Kyle Broflovski? ''[she sounds friendly, but her shadow falls on him]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Aw, do we have to?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Can't we just play with that big parachute again or something?}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|You-you don't understand, children. If we can win State, we can play in the Nationals in Washington, D.C.!}} |
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− | |Ye-yes. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Heyh! They have a zoo there!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|That's right! Now, come on! We have a lot of practicing to do!}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The class separates into teams.}} |
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− | |I'm the school nurse. Did you hurt your nose? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Aren't we supposed to have won something in order to go to State Finals?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Hey, Pip. Do you wanna be on my team again?}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|I'd love to!}} |
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− | |Ye-yes. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Now, let's try not to send anyone to that monster nurse this time, Frenchy.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Hey! I get quite disturbed when you call me that! You shouldn't make fun of foreigners.}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He turns and walks away.}} |
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− | |Young man, Why do you have your eyes closed? I'm not gonna hurt you. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|And besides, I ''hate'' French people.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Chef blows the whistle to begin play. Fosse throws, and Bebe is beaned. The foursome look at her, then laugh while Pip observes.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Principal Victoria's office. She's meeting with Mr. Mackey and Sheila.}} |
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− | |I know. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Well, Mrs. Broflovski, it certainly is a thrill seeing your cheery face again. What seems to be pissing you off today?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Nothing is pissing me off! I just wanta start a movement.}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|O-of course you do.}} |
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− | |So open them. ''[she walks to her left]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|I want to talk to you all about your school nurse.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Principal Victoria and Mackey are surprised.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mr. Mackey|Uh, Nurse Gollum is absolutely qualified to be a--}} |
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− | |''[resists, then opens them]'' Oh! ''[glad she's not as hideous as he thought. She's pretty]'' Phew. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|No, no no. I'm not upset about her. I want to make the public aware of her. Her disease should be brought to light so that it can be understood rather than made fun of.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Oh, and uh, what disease is that?}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mr. Mackey|Uh, Principal Victoria, Nurse Gollum has conjoined twin myslexia.}} |
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− | |Now, what seems to be the problem? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|What's that?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|She has a dead fetus attached to her head.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|''[Gasp.]'' She does?}} |
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− | |Aw, I just hit my nose playing dodgeball. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mr. Mackey|Y-you never noticed that?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|No-o, I never did.}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | | |
+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Well, that's exactly what I'm talking about. This poor woman is forced to live in the shadows because she feels like an outcast. It is up to ''us'' to make her feel comfortable and welcome in our town!}} |
+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Did you say a fetus, sticking out from her head?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|I want to invite your nurse to a dinner party at my house this evening. I'd appreciate it if both you and Mr. Mackey would attend.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mr. Mackey|Do we have to eat kosher stuff?}} |
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− | |AAGGGGGHHHH!! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Well, I'll talk to Nurse Gollum, but I'm sure she'll be delighted. Let's say around 8:00?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Wonderful!}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Now, you did say she has a fetus on her head?}} |
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− | |What? |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|A mountain road. The class is on its way to the State Finals.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[Rising.]'' Okay children. ''[Encouraging]'' Now, who's gonna win the State Finals?}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The kids just look at him.}} |
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− | |OOOOOHHHHH MY GOD!! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Clyde|Denver?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|<poem><i>Here we go Ca-ows, here we go: Unh, unh! |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | Here we go Ca-ows, here we go: Unh, unh!</i></poem>}} |
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− | |Oh, I see you've noticed my disorder. I have a stillborn fetus growth attached to my head. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The kids just look at him. He looks back, then turns to Ms. Crabtree.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|I think we need to get off on this exit.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mrs. Crabtre|SIT DOWN, KID!!}} |
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− | |'''''AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!''''' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|But it's quicker to get to the Denver school ''that'' way!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Ms. Crabtree|DO YOU WANT AN OFFICE REFERRAL?!}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|How many times do I have to explain this to you?! I'm not a student! You can't give me an office referral, and-!}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[After school, at Kyle's house. The boys are there to listen to Kyle's story]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Ms. Crabtree|I SAID SIT DOOWWN!!!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[Sits down.]'' Yes, ma'am.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The kids arrive at Denver Elementary.}} |
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− | |...And when she moved up and down, the little fetus jiggled. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Whoa, dude, this is a school?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The crowd is cheering. Cows fans are scattered among the crowd.}} |
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− | !Boys: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Bob Thomas|Hello, there. I'm Bob Thomas, the coach for the Denver Cougars.}} |
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− | |Eewwww! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He slaps Chef on the back.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|I'm Chef, coach of the South Park Cows.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Bob Thomas|Well, I certainly want to thank you for bringing your team down. Apparently, nobody else would play us, because they knew we'd just beat 'em silly. So I told the school board to find me some hick school from the mountains, and here you are.}} |
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− | |Did it talk? The little fetus, did it talk? |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Chef is pissed.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Bob Thomas|You're from South Park, yeah?}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[In a low tone.]'' Yeah.}} |
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− | |No. No-it looked dead. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Bob Thomas|My G-hod, amazing where people can live nowadays. Well, we might as well get this over with; we've gotta start thinking about D.C. Promise we won't make it too painful.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He slaps Chef on the back again and leaves. Chef wonders, then gets mad again as the whistle blows.}} |
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− | !Boys: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Referee|Play ball!}} |
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− | |Eewwww! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Dinner at the Broflovski house. Principal Victoria, Mr. Mackey, and Nurse Gollum are there, with her conjoined fetus out of view.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|So, uhh, where did you get your degree, Nurse Gollum?}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Colorado State.}} |
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− | |Wa-was it wearing clothes? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Ahhh.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Oh.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They resume eating in silence.}} |
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− | |''[oops]'' Dude, where is she gonna get fetus clothes? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Gerald|Sheila, could you pass me the dead fetus?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Sheila looks at Nurse Gollum, then glares at Gerald.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Gerald|I mean, gravy.}} |
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− | |Oh, yeah. Eeww. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Sheila kicks him on the shins.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Gerald|Ow!}} |
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− | !Boys: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Denver Elementary. The Cougars are serving. Player 1 throws the ball, and it hits Token, who goes down.}} |
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− | |Eewwww! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Token Black|Ow!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The Cougar fans cheer.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Dammit, come on!}} |
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− | |And then she walked over to-- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Clyde, Swanson, and Kevin are already out.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Somebody catch the ball!}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Only Pip and the Boys remain.}} |
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− | |Kyle! That is enough! I've been reading up on your poor nurse's condition, and it is ''nothing'' to be made fun of. It's called "conjoined twin myslexia". |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Bob Thomas|All right, boys, just five more of the little bastards to go!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Player 1 serves again, and the ball hits Cartman in the belly where it gets stuck.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|I caught it, I caught it!}} |
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− | |Who the hell cares what it's called, as long as she doesn't have to touch me. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player 1|Oh, that's not fair! He's so fat, it stuck in his belly!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Referee 2|South Park on offense!}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Great job, children! Just stay focused now.}} |
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− | |Now, that's just the kind of unawareness that we need to fight against. Sit down, boys. ''[they hop on the sofa. She sits in the middle and opens the book. Softly, she reads]'' You see boys, sometimes, when babies are born, they're born as twins. But sometimes the twins get hooked together, and they're born as ''Siamese'' twins. ''[a picture of two adults attached by the side of the head is shown]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Go for it, Pip.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kyle tosses the ball over to Pip.}} |
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− | !The Boys: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Oh, bother.}} |
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− | |Gross! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Come on, you Frenchy little frog!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Gagghh!}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Pip hurls the ball at the other team and knocks down players 1 and 13.}} |
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− | |But sometimes, after the Siamese twins are joined together, one of the twins dies before birth. The living baby is born with the dead baby still attached. ''[Stan is frightened]'' Sometimes, this dead twin is inside the living person, so even ''you'' could have a dead twin inside you and not even know it! ''[now, Cartman is frightened. He and Stan rush out of there]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Great shot, Pip!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Back at Broflovski's.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Eh, sooo, I hear that the South Park Cows are playing for the State Finals in dodgeball tonight.}} |
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− | |AGGGGGGHHHHHH! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mr. Mackey|Yeah, but you know, it-it doesn't matter though. The-the Denver team always wins, m'kay?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Gerald|Oh, I don't know. I think our boys might just have the dead fetus to win-- Heart!}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Gerald!}} |
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− | |AGGHHH! Let me live! AGGGHHH! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Sheila smacks him off his chair.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Shiela|Keep your damn mouth shut!}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|I-it's okay, Ms. Broflovski. Really.}} |
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− | |So now that you're educated about her disease, you won't need to make fun of her. Right, ''bubbe''? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|''[Exhales.]'' Please forgive us. I-I'm terribly sorry, Nurse Gollum.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|No, I'm quite secure with it.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|I have felt so bad ever since I heard the boys making fun of you--}} |
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− | |Uhhhh... Yeah. ''[she leaves, and Kyle's eyes follow her. Then he looks forward, then at Kenny. Kenny cracks up]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|They're just young boys. Joking is a way for them to come to terms with what they don't understand.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mr. Mackey|Could I get some more pork?}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|So did you ever think of just, you know, having it cut off?}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[The dining room. Sheila serves dinner to Gerald as he reads the newspaper.]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Yes, Principal Victoria, the thought had occurred to me. Unfortunately, it would mean my death.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Ooohh, so I suppose that's out. Uh-how about a hat, then?}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|No, really, I don't need a--}} |
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− | |Can you imagine that poor, poor woman? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Yes, we could get you a few hats and wear a different one every day. No big whoop.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|I really appreciate what you're trying to do here, but it's not necessary. I'm a pretty happy person.}} |
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− | !Gerald: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|I've got it! We could set aside a whole week to make the public aware of folks just like you.}} |
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− | |Mm-hmm. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Ooohh, yeess, a Conjoined Twin Myslexia Awareness Week. You know, that has a nice ring.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|But I really don't think--}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mr. Mackey|Th-the school could put out pamphlets, m'kay? And we could have seminars to educate, m'kay?}} |
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− | |Feeling like an outcast, being ridiculed every day... |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|''Ooooh'', this is so exciting! I'm gonna get the mayor on the phone right now!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Sheila leaves with Mr. Mackey and Principal Victoria. Nurse Gollum and Gerald look at each other. Gerald winces.}} |
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− | !Gerald: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Meanwhile at the Dodgeball State Finals.}} |
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− | |Mm-hmm. ''[the phone rings and Sheila answers]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|You got just one more, Pip. You get this kid, and we are State Champions.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Yeah, and if you don't, you're a big dumb-ass European hippie piece of crap.}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Pip gets pissed and winds up.}} |
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− | |Hello? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Get him, Frenchy!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Gaagghh!}} |
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− | !Sharon: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Pip hurls the ball across the court where it hits player 6 on the nose. The player goes down.}} |
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− | |Hello, Sheila? It's Sharon, Stan's mother. ''[Stan is screaming and running around the house]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Referee 2|South Park wins!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Coach Thomas is in utter disbelief as the victory music plays.}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|We did it, children, we did it! We're going to Washington, D.C.!}} |
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− | |Oh, yes. Hello, Sharon. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player 6|Uh-hu-hu-hu-howieee!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|A group of parents looks on as an injured player on the opposing team writhes on the floor in pain.}} |
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− | !Sharon: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player 6|It hur-hurts! Owieee!}} |
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− | |Sheila, I was just wondering if you might know why my son is trying to split his head open with an ice pick? |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Two clowns come out with a stretcher and place it next to him.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player 6|Mommy, it huurts! I-it hur-hurts!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The clowns do a little jig, and the parents laugh. The clowns place him on the other side of the stretcher, then pick up the stretcher and walk away. The boy is left on the floor. The parents applaud.}} |
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− | |''[Randy chases him down]'' No! I have to get it out! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Oh, sorry about whoopin' your ass there, Coach! |
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− | |- |
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+ | <poem><i>Oooh, baby, come on |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | Just whooped Denver's ass |
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− | |Well, Sharon, I was just trying to educate them about conjoined twin myslexia. |
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+ | Gonna need some cream for your ass |
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− | |- |
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+ | It's all swollen and red</i></poem>}} |
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− | !Sharon: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Chef dances, and shows off his butt several times. He also turns to make sure Coach Thomas is watching.}} |
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− | |So this ''is'' your fault. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Meanwhile, at the South Park Town Square.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|Ladies and gentlemen, this is indeed a great week for South Park. Ms. Hermans has opened the east wing of the library, and our own South Park Cows Elementary School Dodgeball Team is going to the national finals...}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The crowd cheers wildly.}} |
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− | |ARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|...where they will undoubtedly be beaten senseless by the Washington team.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The Broflovskis are not amused. The crowd quiets down.}} |
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− | !Randy: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|But most importantly, this week has brought to my attention a very serious and dreaded disease: conjoined twin myslexia. And so it is in honor of this that I declare this exciting week as Conjoined Twin Myslexia Week!}} |
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− | |Damn it, stop. ''[Stan slips from his grasp and he falls]'' Oh! ''[gets up and chases him]'' Damm it! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The crowd cheer louder.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|And now, let's kick off our week long festivities with the first annual Grand Conjoined Parade!}} |
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− | !Sharon: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|More cheering. There are people on rooftops all over the square cheering as well.}} |
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− | |Would you do me a favor? Next time you want to scare the hell out of my child, just go outside and sit in the road until a truck runs you over instead? ''[click. Stan runs by again, still screaming and pursued by Randy. Sheila is left with a dial tone]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|Let's hear it for these brave souls!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The band starts playing festive music. The crowd cheers up and down as Nurse Gollum walks down the street, alone. She looks around and waves.}} |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|What a glorious parade that was! Let's hear it for the parade coordinators!}} |
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− | |''[undaunted]'' That does it! I must educate the entire town about this awful disease! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Nine men are shown, and they cheer back. Nurse Gollum is now next to Mayor McDaniels at the podium.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|You know, Mayor, I really should be accompanying those kids to Washington in case they get hurt. That is my job.}} |
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− | !Gerald: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|''[The mic is still on.]'' Nonsense. This is your week. You aren't going anywhere.}} |
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− | |Mm-hmm. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Somewhere near Washington, D.C. The bus is going through a lovely meadow.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|How much further is Washington, D.C.?}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mrs. Crabtree|SIT DOWN, KID!!}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[South Park Elementary Gym.]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|I need to know how far it is, lady!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mrs. Crabtree|I SAID SIT DOWN!!!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[Grumbling.]'' Yeah, whatever, you old, dried-up, fat hog.}} |
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− | |''[to Cartman]'' Dude, I don't get it. Why are we playing dodgeball again? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mrs. Crabtree|WHAT DID YOU SAY?!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|I said, "I've always wanted to visit Prague."}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mrs. Crabtree|Oh, me too.}} |
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− | |Yeah. I thought we only played on Fridays. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Clyde munches away.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|''[To Kyle.]'' Okay, what have you got?}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Some hadka fish, some gafagga...}} |
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− | |''[arriving with a letter]'' Children! Great news! We've been asked to play in the State Finals for dodgeball! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|''[Quickly.]'' I got a jelly roll! I got a jelly roll!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kenny pulls out a bone.}} |
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− | !All: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Sweet! A jelly roll is perfect!}} |
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− | |Awww... |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Stan takes one end of a short bungee cord while Cartman holds the other end.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Places!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Stan gives his end to Kyle and takes the jelly roll. He places the jelly roll in the makeshift slingshot, pulls back, and fires away. All three smile as the roll flies forward. It hits Mrs. Crabtree on the back of her head.}} |
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− | |Aw, do we have to? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Ms. Crabtree|ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|She loses control of the bus as it careens down the road.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kids|Whoa!}} |
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− | |Can't we just play with that big parachute again or something? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kenny|(Sheesh!)}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|A tourist sees the bus coming his way and tries to get out of the way, but the bus crashes into the Vietnam Memorial's right wall, and the engine bursts into flames. He was thrown to one side. The right wall drops down three feet, taking the front end of the bus with it and raising the back of the bus off the ground five feet. Both front doors fall off.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|'''Ulysses Grant Elementary.''' Inside, the gym is filled with championship banners going back to 1987 hang from the rafters. Posters line the walls.}} |
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− | |You-you don't understand, children. If we can win State, we can play in the Nationals in Washington, D.C.! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Damn, man. This is the big time, alright.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Chef, we're hungry.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|You can eat after the game. You children win this one, and you're National Champions! Then you can go on and play the Chinese.}} |
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− | |Heyh! They have a zoo there! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|My mom says there's a lot of black people in China.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|What?}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Referee|Are you Chef?}} |
||
− | |That's right! Now, come on! We have a lot of practicing to do! ''[the class separates into teams]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Yeah.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Referee|The Washington team has forfeited the game. Congratulations, you're national champions.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|What? We did it! Children, we won!}} |
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− | |Aren't we supposed to have won something in order to go to State Finals? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Wow, that was easy.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Announcer|Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear a round of applause for the new national champions of dodgeball, the South Park Cows!}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Everyone boos as Kyle rushes over to the opposing team.}} |
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− | |Hey, Pip. Do you wanna be on my team again? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Hey, why did you guys forfeit?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player|You mean you don't know?}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Know what?}} |
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− | |I'd love to! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player|Last year's national champions were the Austin Pirates. They played China for the world championship. Only four of them came back alive. Chinese dodgeball players aren't like us.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|A temple scene comes up. A squad of Chinese kids are exercising as their master gives orders. Some of them are being acrobatic, others throw solid kettle-bells at each other.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Master|Bush langli. Woon taun. Waya ching gia!|1}} |
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− | |Now, let's try not to send anyone to that monster nurse this time, Frenchy. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player|''[Voice-over.]'' They do nothing but dodgeball, day in, and day out. They use steroids and advanced training equipment to make them, not kids, but animals.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Each kid is handed a bowling ball, which he or she throws against a brick wall. The wall crumbles further with every throw. The scene fades, and the foursome are standing there, awed.}} |
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− | !Pip: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player|Well, good luck. We've got our futures to think about.}} |
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− | |Hey! I get quite disturbed when you call me that! You shouldn't make fun of foreigners. ''[turns and walks away]'' And besides, I ''hate'' French people. ''[Chef blows the whistle to begin play. Fosse throws, and Bebe is beaned. The foursome look at her, then laugh while Pip observes.]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He hops off and leaves as Chef comes over.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Okay, children, back in the bus.}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|South Park City Hall. Many people are seated at table waiting for the evening's events to unfold.}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''['''Principal Victoria's office.''' She's meeting with Mr. Mackey and Sheila]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|And so, at this honorary dinner we take a look back at our beloved Nurse Gollum and the brave life she has lived. Roll the tape, please, Mr. Garrison.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He starts up the player. He's in a nice tuxedo. Nurse Gollum is quite embarrassed as she sits with Sharon in the crowd.}} |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Oh, no..!}} |
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− | |Well, Mrs. Broflovski, it certainly is a thrill seeing your cheery face again. What seems to be pissing you off today? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Singer|''[The video begins.]'' |
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+ | <poem><i>You've got the strength, you've got the courage |
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− | !Sheila: |
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+ | Even with a dead fetus on your head |
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− | |Nothing is pissing me off! I just wanta start a movement. |
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+ | You carry on |
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+ | You fight for tomorrow |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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+ | Dead fetus or no, you never let go |
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− | |O-of course you do. |
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+ | You're my conjoined-twin-dead-thing-hanging-off-your-head woman</i></poem>}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Scenes from the video: |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |I want to talk to you all about your school nurse. ''[Victoria and Mackey are surprised]'' |
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− | !Mr. Mackey: |
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− | |Uh, Nurse Gollum is absolutely qualified to be a-- |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |No, no no. I'm not upset about her. I want to make the public aware of her. Her disease should be brought to light so that it can be understood rather than made fun of. |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Oh, and uh, what disease is that? |
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− | !Mr. Mackey: |
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− | |Uh, Principal Victoria, Nurse Gollum has conjoined twin myslexia. |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |What's that? |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |She has a dead fetus attached to her head. |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |''[gasp]'' She does? |
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− | !Mr. Mackey: |
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− | |Y-you never noticed that? |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |No-o, I never did. |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |Well, that's exactly what I'm talking about. This poor woman is forced to live in the shadows because she feels like an outcast. It is up to ''us'' to make her feel comfortable and welcome in our town! |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Did you say a fetus, sticking out from her head? |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |I want to invite your nurse to a dinner party at my house this evening. I'd appreciate it if both you and Mr. Mackey would attend. |
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− | !Mr. Mackey: |
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− | |Do we have to eat kosher stuff? |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Well, I'll talk to Nurse Gollum, but I'm sure she'll be delighted. Let's say around 8? |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |Wonderful! |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Now, you did say she has a fetus on her head? |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[A mountain road. The class is on its way to the State Finals]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |''[rising]'' Okay children. ''[encouraging]'' Now, who's gonna win the State Finals? ''[the kids just look at him]'' |
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− | !Clyde: |
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− | |Denver? |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |<poem>''Here we go Ca-ows, here we go: Unh, unh!'' |
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− | ''Here we go Ca-ows, here we go: Unh, unh!''</poem> |
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− | ''[the kids just look at him. He looks back, then turns to Ms. Crabtree]'' I think we need to get off on this exit. |
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− | !Mrs. Crabtree: |
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− | |SIT DOWN, KID!! |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |But it's quicker to get to the Denver school ''that'' way! |
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− | !Ms. Crabtree: |
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− | |DO YOU WANT AN OFFICE REFERRAL?! |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |How many times do I have to explain this to you?! I'm not a student! You can't give me an office referral, and-! |
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− | !Ms. Crabtree: |
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− | |I SAID SIT DOOWWN!!! |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |''[sits down]'' Yes, ma'am. |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[The kids arrive at Denver Elementary]'' |
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− | !Stan: |
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− | |Whoa, dude, this is a school? ''[the crowd is cheering. Cows fans are scattered among the crowd]'' |
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− | !Bob Thomas: |
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− | |Hello, there. I'm Bob Thomas, the coach for the Denver Cougars. ''[slaps Chef on the back]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |I'm Chef, coach of the South Park Cows. |
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− | !Bob Thomas: |
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− | |Well, I certainly want to thank you for bringing your team down. Apparently, nobody else would play us, because they knew we'd just beat 'em silly. So I told the school board to find me some hick school from the mountains, and here you are. ''[Chef is pissed]'' You're from South Park, yeah? |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |''[in a low tone]'' Yeah. |
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− | !Bob Thomas: |
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− | |My G-hod, amazing where people can live nowadays. Well, we might as well get this over with; we've gotta start thinking about D.C. Promise we won't make it too painful. ''[slaps Chef on the back again and leaves. Chef wonders, then gets mad again as the whistle blows]'' |
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− | !Referee: |
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− | |Play ball! |
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− | |- |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[Dinner at the Broflovski house. Principal Victoria, Mr. Mackey, and Nurse Gollum are there, with her conjoined fetus out of view]'' |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |So, uhh, where did you get your degree, Nurse Gollum? |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |Colorado State. |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |Ahhh. |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Oh. ''[they resume eating in silence]'' |
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− | !Gerald: |
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− | |Sheila, could you pass me the dead fetus? ''[she looks at Nurse Gollum, then glares at him]'' I mean, gravy. ''[she kicks him on the shins]'' Ow! |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[Denver Elementary. The Cougars are serving. Player 1 throws the ball]'' |
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− | !Black boy: |
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− | |''[hit]'' Ow! ''[goes down. The Cougar fans cheer]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |Dammit, come on! ''[Clyde and Swanson are already out, along with one other]'' Somebody catch the ball! ''[Pip and the foursome remain]'' |
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− | !Bob Thomas: |
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− | |All right, boys, just five more of the little bastards to go! ''[Player 1 serves again, and the ball lands in Cartman's belly]'' |
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− | !Cartman: |
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− | |I caught it, I caught it! |
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− | !Player 1: |
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− | |Oh, that's not fair! He's so fat, it stuck in his belly! |
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− | !Referee 2: |
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− | |South Park on offense! |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |Great job, children! Just stay focused now. |
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− | !Kyle: |
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− | |Go for it, Pip. ''[tosses the ball to him]'' |
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− | !Pip: |
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− | |''[gets it]'' Oh, bother. |
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− | !Kyle: |
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− | |Come on, you Frenchy little frog! |
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− | !Pip: |
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− | |Gagghh! ''[pitches the ball and knocks down players 1 and 13]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Great shot, Pip! |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[Back at dinner.]'' |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Ehsooo, I hear that the South Park Cows are playing for the State Finals in dodgeball tonight. |
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− | !Mr. Mackey: |
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− | |Yeah, but you know, it-it doesn't matter though. The-the Denver team always wins, m'kay? |
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− | !Gerald: |
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− | |Oh, I don't know. I think our boys might just have the dead fetus to win-- Heart! |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |Gerald! ''[smacks him off his chair]'' Keep your damn mouth shut! |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |I-it's okay, Ms. Broflovski. Really. |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |''[exhales]'' Please forgive us. I-I'm terribly sorry, Nurse Gollum. |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |No, I'm quite secure with it. |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |I have felt so bad ever since I heard the boys making fun of you-- |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |They're just young boys. Joking is a way for them to come to terms with what they don't understand. |
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− | !Mr. Mackey: |
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− | |Could I get some more pork? |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |So did you ever think of just, you know, having it cut off? |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |Yes, Principal Victoria, the thought had occurred to me. Unfortunately, it would mean my death. |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Ooohh, so I suppose that's out. Uh-how about a hat, then? |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |No, really, I don't need a-- |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |Yes, we could get you a few hats and wear a different one every day. No big whoop. |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |I really appreciate what you're trying to do here, but it's not necessary. I'm a pretty happy person. |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |I've got it! We could set aside a whole week to make the public aware of folks just like you. |
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− | !Principal Victoria: |
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− | |Ooohh, yeess, a Conjoined Twin Myslexia Awareness Week. You know, that has a nice ring. |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |But I really don't think-- |
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− | !Mr. Mackey: |
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− | |Th-the school could put out pamphlets, m'kay? And we could have seminars to educate, m'kay? |
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− | !Sheila: |
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− | |''Ooooh'', this is so exciting! I'm gonna get the mayor on the phone right now! ''[leaves with Mackey and Victoria. Nurse Gollum and Gerald look at each other. Gerald winces.]'' |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[Dodgeball State Finals.]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |You got just one more, Pip. You get this kid, and we are State Champions. |
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− | !Cartman: |
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− | |Yeah, and if you don't, you're a big dumbass European hippie piece of crap. ''[Pip gets pissed and winds up]'' |
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− | !Kyle: |
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− | |Get him, Frenchy! |
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− | !Pip: |
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− | |Gaagghh! ''[releases the ball, and it hits player 6 on the nose. The player goes down]'' |
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− | !Referee 2: |
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− | |South Park wins! ''[Coach Thomas looks like he's had a rug pulled out from under him while victory music plays]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |We did it, children, we did it! We're going to Washington, D.C.! |
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− | !Player 6: |
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− | |Uh-hu-hu-hu-howieee! ''[a group of parents looks on]'' Ihit hurhurts! Howieee! ''[two clowns come out with a stretcher and place it next to him]'' Mommy, it huurts! Ihit hurhurts! ''[the clowns do a little jig, and the parents laugh. The clowns place him on the other side of the stretcher, then pick up the stretcher and walk away. The boy is left on the floor. The parents applaud]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |Oh, sorry about whoopin' your ass there, Coach! |
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− | <poem>''Ooo, baby, come on'' |
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− | ''Just whooped Denver's ass'' |
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− | ''Gonna need some cream for your ass'' |
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− | ''It's all swollen and red''</poem> |
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− | ''[he dances, and shows off his butt several times. He also turns to make sure Coach Thomas is watching]'' |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[South Park Town Square.]'' |
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− | !Mayor: |
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− | |Ladies and gentlemen, this is indeed a great week for South Park. Ms. Hermans has opened the east wing of the library, and our own South Park Cows Elementary School Dodgeball Team is going to the national finals; ''[the crowd cheers wildly]'' where they will undoubtedly be beaten senseless by the Washington team. ''[the Broflovskis are not amused. The crowd quiets down]'' But most importantly, this week has brought to my attention a very serious and dreaded disease: conjoined twin myslexia. And so it is in honor of this that I declare this exciting week as ''Conjoined Twin Myslexia Week! [The crowd cheer louder]'' And now, let's kick off our weeklong festivities with the first annual Grand Conjoined Parade! ''[more cheering. There are people on rooftops all over the square cheering as well]'' Let's hear it for these brave souls! ''[The band starts playing festive music. The crowd cheers up and down as Nurse Gollum walks down the street, alone. She looks around and waves]'' What a glorious parade that was! Let's hear it for the parade coordinators! ''[nine men are shown, and they cheer back]'' |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |''[up on the podium next to the Mayor]'' You know, Mayor, I really should be accompanying those kids to Washington in case they get hurt. That is my job. |
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− | !Mayor: |
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− | |''[the mike is still on]'' Nonsense. This is your week. You aren't going anywhere. |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[Somewhere near Washington, D.C. The bus is going through a lovely meadow]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |How much further is Washington, D.C.? |
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− | !Mrs. Crabtree: |
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− | |SIT DOWN, KID!! |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |I need to know how far it is, lady! |
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− | !Mrs. Crabtree: |
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− | |I SAID SIT DOWN!!! |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |''[grumbling]'' Yeah, whatever, you old, dried-up, fat hog. |
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− | !Mrs. Crabtree: |
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− | |WHAT DID YOU SAY?! |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |I said, "I've always wanted to visit Prague." |
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− | |- |
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− | !Mrs. Crabtree: |
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− | |Oh, me too. ''[Clyde munches away]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !Stan: |
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− | |''[to Kyle]'' Okay, what have you got? |
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− | |- |
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− | !Kyle: |
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− | |Some hadka fish, some gafagga... |
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− | |- |
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− | !Cartman: |
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− | |''[quickly]'' I got a jelly roll! I got a jelly roll! ''[Kenny pulls out a bone]'' |
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− | !Stan: |
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− | |Sweet! A jelly roll is perfect! ''[takes one end of a short bungee cord while Cartman holds the other end]'' Places! ''[gives his end to Kyle and takes the jelly roll. He places the jelly roll in the makshift sling, pulls back, and fires away. All three smile as the roll leaves the sling. It hits Mrs. Crabtree on the back of her head]'' |
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− | !Ms. Crabtree: |
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− | |ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!! ''[she loses control of the bus as it careens down the road.]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !Kids: |
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− | |Whoa! |
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− | !Kenny: |
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− | |(Sheesh!) |
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− | |- |
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− | ! |
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− | |''[A tourist sees the bus coming his way and tries to get out of the way, but the bus crashes into the Vietnam Memorial's right wall, and the engine bursts into flames. He was thrown to one side. The right wall drops down three feet, taking the front end of the bus with it and raising the back of the bus off the ground five feet. Both front doors fall off.]'' |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''['''Ulysses Grant Elementary.''' Inside, the gym is filled with championship banners going back to 1987 hang from the rafters. Posters line the walls]'' |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |Damn, man. This is the big time, alright. |
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− | !Stan: |
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− | |Chef, we're hungry. |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |You can eat after the game. You children win this one, and you're National Champions! Then you can go on and play the Chinese. |
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− | |- |
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− | !Cartman: |
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− | |My mom says there's a lot of black people in China. |
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− | |- |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |What? |
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− | |- |
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− | !Referee: |
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− | |Are you Chef? |
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− | |- |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |Yeah. |
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− | |- |
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− | !Referee: |
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− | |The Washington team has forfeited the game. Congratulations, you're national champions. |
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− | |- |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |What? We did it! Children, we won! |
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− | !Kyle: |
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− | |Wow, that was easy. |
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− | |- |
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− | !Announcer: |
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− | |Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear a round of applause for the new national champions of dodgeball, the South Park Cows! ''[everyone boos]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !Kyle: |
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− | |''[rushing to the opposing team]'' Hey, why did you guys forfeit? |
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− | |- |
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− | !Player: |
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− | |You mean you don't know? |
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− | !Kyle: |
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− | |Know what? |
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− | !Player: |
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− | |Last year's national champions were the Austin Pirates. They played China for the world championship. Only four of them came back alive. Chinese dodgeball players aren't like us. ''[A temple scene comes up. A squad of Chinese kids are exercising as their master gives orders. Some of them are being acrobatic, others throw solid spherical weights at each other]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !Master: |
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− | |Bush langli. Woon taun. Waya ching gia! |
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− | |- |
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− | !Player: |
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− | |''[voice-over]'' They do nothing but dodgeball, day in, and day out. They use steroids and advanced training equipment to make them, not kids, but animals. ''[each kid is handed a bowling ball, which he or she throws against a brick wall. The wall crumbles further with every throw. The scene fades, and the foursome are standing there, awed]'' Well, good luck. We've got our futures to think about. ''[hops off and leaves]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !Chef: |
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− | |''[coming over]'' Okay, children, back in the bus. |
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− | |- |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[South Park City Hall. Many people are seated at table waiting for the evening's events to unfold]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !The Mayor: |
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− | |And so, at this honorary dinner we take a look back at our beloved Nurse Gollum and the brave life she has lived. Roll the tape, please, Mr. Garrison. ''[he starts up the player. He's in a nice tuxedo]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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− | |''[quite embarrassed, seated with Sharon]'' Oh, no..! ''[the video begins]'' |
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− | |- |
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− | !Singer: |
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− | |<poem>''You've got the strength, you've got the courage'' |
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− | ''Even with a dead fetus on your head'' |
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− | ''You carry on'' |
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− | ''You fight for tomorrow'' |
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− | ''Dead fetus or no, you never let go'' |
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− | ''You're my conjoined-twin-dead-thing-hanging-off-your-head woman''</poem> |
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*She's painting her house orange, and annoyed that Garrison is filming it. |
*She's painting her house orange, and annoyed that Garrison is filming it. |
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*She looks out the window, and is annoyed that he is still there, filming. |
*She looks out the window, and is annoyed that he is still there, filming. |
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*She's at the supermarket, annoyed, she's trying to cover the camera lens so Garrison would stop filming. |
*She's at the supermarket, annoyed, she's trying to cover the camera lens so Garrison would stop filming. |
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*At the post office, she's trying to shoo him away, she's very angry that he's filming her. |
*At the post office, she's trying to shoo him away, she's very angry that he's filming her. |
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− | *She's on the toilet, and she clamps her legs shut, with hands before them for added security. She's outraged. |
+ | *She's on the toilet, and she clamps her legs shut, with hands before them for added security. She's outraged.}} |
+ | {{ScriptScene|There are sobs here and there, a smattering of applause.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Barbrady|Oh, that was so touching.}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|''[With envelope in hand.]'' And now, friends, it's time to present the Lifetime Conjoined Twin Achievement Award. This award goes to outstanding conjoined twins who have made a mark on society. And the winner is... ''[Reaches into the envelope.]''}} |
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− | |''[there are sobs here and there, a smattering of applause]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|''[Derisively.]'' Nurse Gollum.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|Nurse Gollum!!}} |
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− | !Barbrady: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The room applauds and the spotlight moves from the Mayor to the nurse.}} |
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− | |Oh, that was so touching. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Oh, boy.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Jimbo|''[Interrupting.]'' Excuse me, Mayor, but I just received some news that you might all be interested in.}} |
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− | !The Mayor: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Jimbo takes the microphone.}} |
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− | |''[with envelope in hand]'' And now, friends, it's time to present the Lifetime Conjoined Twin Achievement Award. This award goes to outstanding conjoined twins who have made a mark on society. And the winner is... ''[reaches into the envelope]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Jimbo|Our South Park Cows have just beaten the Washington dodgeball team, and are on their way to the world championship in China.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The crowd erupts in applause, meanwhile somewhere near China. The bus is going down a slope.}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Okay, children, now, we're almost to China. I want you all to try and focus on your game.}} |
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− | |''[derisively]'' Nurse Gollum. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|But Chef, we don't wanna play the Chinese!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Nonsense! If we win this one, we're world champions.}} |
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− | !The Mayor: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|But we could get killed!}} |
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− | |Nurse Gollum!! ''[the room applauds and the spotlight moves from the Mayor to the nurse]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|And just what price would you pay for eternal glory?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Stan and Kyle fall silent.}} |
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− | !Nurse Gollum: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Just imagine: a big yellow "Dodgeball Champions" banner hanging in the cafeteria! Imagine it!}} |
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− | |Oh, boy. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Dude, Chef has lost it.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|You'll be in the news all over the world. South Park will finally have a sport that it's good at. Ohh, children, it'll be glorious!}} |
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− | !Jimbo: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|So, Captain Ahab has to get his whale, huh?}} |
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− | |''[interrupting]'' Excuse me, Mayor, but I just received some news that you might all be interested in. ''[takes the microphone]'' Our South Park Cows have just beaten the Washington dodgeball team, and are on their way to the world championship in China. ''[the crowd erupts in applause]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Chef looks at him.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Dude, what does that mean?}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|I dunno.}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[Somewhere near China. The bus is going down a slope]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Hey, isn't that kid Kevin Chinese?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kevin looks back.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Yeah, you're from China.}} |
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− | |Okay, children, now, we're almost to China. I want you all to try and focus on your game. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kevin Stoley|No, I'm from America. My parents are Chinese.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Tell us how the Chinese play dodgeball!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kevin|I have no idea, dude.}} |
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− | |But Chef, we don't wanna play the Chinese! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Come on, rice picker!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Hey, hey hey!}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Cartman hides his hands.}} |
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− | |Nonsense! If we win this one, we're world champions. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Children, that's not cool! You don't make fun of somebody because of their ethnicity.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|You don't?}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|But Chef, you just ripped on Chinese people.}} |
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− | |But we could get killed! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|No, no, no, no, no, that's different. I made fun of them because they are ''from'' China. You see, it's not okay to make fun of an American because they're black, brown, or whatever, but it ''is'' okay to make fun of foreigners because they are from another country.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan, Kyle|Ohhh.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|''[At the same time.]'' Oooh, I get it.}} |
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− | |And just what price would you pay for eternal glory? ''[Stan and Kyle fall silent]'' Just imagine: a big yellow "Dodgeball Champions" banner hanging in the cafeteria! Imagine it! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kevin|''[Vindicated.]'' Yeah.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The bus has reached the temple. On the side is a banner that reads: Go Cows!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mrs. Crabtree|''[Slamming on the brakes.]'' AAAGGGGHHHH!}} |
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− | |Dude, Chef has lost it. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Hiit ita wita great pride, that huwe huwelcome ourn American friend. Now let the...}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He thumps the table, and his partner's mic falls.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|...champion of dodgeball be deshide!}} |
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− | |You'll be in the news all over the world. South Park will finally have a sport that it's good at. Ohh, children, it'll be glorious! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|His partner resets the mic, a muscular man bangs away on a kodo drum, and musicians next to him start playing. The crowd cheers, and dancers come up and unfurl streamers.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Damn, dude. China's fucked up.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Referee|Take places!}} |
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− | |So, Captain Ahab has to get his whale, huh? ''[Chef looks at him]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|All right, let's go, Cows! Let's show 'em what we've got!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Okay, Tom, rooks rike A-mericans are getting ready to play. I don't suppose they'll have any problems seeing the ball with their big American eyes!}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They laugh.}} |
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− | |Dude, what does that mean? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Yeah. Good thing they have those big eyes so that they don't have to rery on that amazing American interrect.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He laughs.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Oh, you say such things.}} |
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− | |I dunno. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|That's a zinger!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Referee|Praaayyy braal!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The Chinese serve. The first one out is Clyde, who tumbles all the way to the wall.}} |
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− | |Hey, isn't that kid Kevin Chinese? ''[Kevin looks back]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Holy crap..!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kyle is hit, twice, before he goes down.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|God damn...}} |
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− | |Yeah, you're from China. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Hey, hey, what do you call white American person with PhD in a physics and-a math?}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Ah, I don't know. What?}} |
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− | !Kevin: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Stupid American!}} |
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− | |No, I'm from America. My parents are Chinese. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He laughs.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Aw, no way!!}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Tom starts laughing.}} |
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− | |Tell us how the Chinese play dodgeball! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|A Chinese player takes aim at Cartman, who turns and runs away squealing. The ball gets him anyway, and he tumbles away.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Oooh, another American is down! It's numbuh-- uuhhh... Oh, I don't know. All American look alike!}} |
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− | !Kevin: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They laugh, as a Chinese player serves and hits Kenny with such force that the ball picks him up and splatters him against the wall, then bounces up and away. Paint falls away and cracks are left in the wall. Blood pours out quickly. The crowd jumps up and cheers.}} |
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− | |I have no idea, dude. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Oh my God, they killed Kenny!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|''[Laying on his side and out of breath.]'' You... bastards...}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Oooh, my, I haven't seen an American die like that since Abraham Lincoln!}} |
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− | |Come on, rice picker! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He chuckles.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Dude, that is-a not cool! You're gonna get us into trouble again.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|South Park Town Square. The town is assembled yet again.}} |
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− | |Hey, hey ''hey! [Cartman hides his hands]'' Children, that's not cool! You don't make fun of somebody because of their ethnicity. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|Ladies and gentlemen, on this fourth day of Conjoined Twin Myslexia Week, all our prayers are with our little South Park Cows now playing their hearts out in China.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The town cheers.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|Now, join me in saluting our Cows and help make Nurse Gollum ''not'' feel like an outcast with our first official Conjoined Twin Myslexia hats!}} |
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− | |You don't? |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|One of her aides passes out the hats as an organ plays. Nurse Gollum just watches.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Meanwhile, in China, at the Temple, Chef is tending to his injured players. Kyle is hooked up to an IV. The other players are bandaged up according to the severity of their injuries.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|And there is-a only a one South Park prayer left.}} |
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− | |But Chef, you just ripped on Chinese people. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Pip stands alone on the court, Kenny is still plastered to the wall behind him.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Still all Chinese prayer. This should be over veerry shortly.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese kid|Come on! Throw ball!}} |
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− | |No, no, no, no, no, that's different. I made fun of them because they are ''from'' China. You see, it's not okay to make fun of an American because they're black, brown, or whatever, but it ''is'' okay to make fun of foreigners because they are from another country. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Hey, you wanna hear my impersonation of American?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Yeah, yeah!}} |
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− | !Stan, Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Ah, okay.}} |
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− | |Ohhh. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Tom puts his hands to his eyelids and opens them wide to simulate American eyes, and talks in a deep voice.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Hey, I really, really want that. That looks good.}} |
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− | !Cartman: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They have a good laugh.}} |
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− | |''[at the same time]'' Oooh, I get it. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Hey, hey. Let me try, let me try.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|He sets up with a deep voice.}} |
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− | !Kevin: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|I'll use my credit card.}} |
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− | |''[vindicated]'' Yeah. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They laugh harder, and he resumes.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|Eh-eh-uh... Do you have any non-dairy creamer?}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They both laugh.}} |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[The bus has reached the temple. On the side is a banner that reads: Go Cows!]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Tom|Yes yes! ''[Laughs.]'' Y'all come a-back now, you hear?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|They laugh so hard they fall from their chairs.}} |
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− | !Mrs. Crabtree: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|''[Crestfallen.]'' Oh, what have I done?}} |
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− | |''[slamming on the brakes]'' AAAGGGGHHHH! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Cartman comes over and sits next to him.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|You know, Eric, I just realized something. I have been obsessed, and obsession isn't good.}} |
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− | !Chinese Commentator: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Cartman bites into a chocolate bar.}} |
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− | |Hiit ita wita great pride, that huwe huwelcome ourn American friend. Now let the ''[thumps the table, and his partner's mike falls]'' champion of dodgeball be deshide! ''[his partner resets the mike, a muscular man bangs away on a kodo drum, and musicians next to him start playing. The crowd cheers, and dancers come up and unfurl streamers]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|If we had won the world championship, what then?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kevin walks off.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|It would only be a bigger letdown the next year if we ''didn't'' win! Our lives would have to revolve around dodgeball. Our lives were fine before.}} |
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− | |Damn, dude. China's fucked up. |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Cartman farts and tries to fan it away.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Oh, I'm sorry, children. I let it all go to my head. Can you ever forgive me?}} |
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− | !Referee: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The kids are stunned at this sudden reversal of desire.}} |
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− | |Take places! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Come on, forget this stupid game. Let's go home.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese kid|Come on! Throw ball!}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kevin|''[Walking over to player 70.]'' Hey, if you wanna make him throw the ball, say this.}} |
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− | |All right, let's go, Cows! Let's show 'em what we've got! |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Kevin hands him a note to read.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player 70|Thanks, you American dumbass! ''[Reads it.]'' "You French piece of crap! Throw ball!"}} |
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− | !Chinese Commentator: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Pip gets angry.}} |
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− | |Okay, Tom, rooks rike A-mericans are getting ready to play. I don't suppose they'll have any problems seeing the ball with their big American eyes! ''[they laugh]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Player 70|"What's the matter, Frenchy? You got crepes in your ears."}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The Chinese team laughs. Pip gets livid rather quickly.}} |
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− | !Tom: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Arrggghhh!}} |
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− | |Yeah. Good thing they have those big eyes so that they don't have to rery on that amazing American interrect. ''[laughs]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Pip starts spinning. The Chinese team watches as Pip picks up speed, and the players gasp. Pip releases the ball and it shoots all over the temple stadium, knocking out players left and right, until all of them are down. Pip slows down, and finally stops.}} |
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− | + | {{ScriptDialog|Chinese Commentator|And the winner is South Park Cows!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Musicians play.}} |
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− | |Oh, you say such things. |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Everyone! Everyone, look! I won the game! We're world champions! Mr. Chef, Mr. Chef. South Park is the world champion in dodgeball. Oh, glorious day!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The South Park team is limping off the court, with Kyle taking his IV along.}} |
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− | !Tom: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Chef|Shut up, Pip.}} |
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− | |That's a zinger! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Yeah, shut up, Pip. ''[To Chef.]'' Can we go home now?}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Pip|Did you all see? I can't believe I threw such a ball with my own arm. It was--}} |
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− | !Referee: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kids, Chef|Shut up, Pip!}} |
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− | |Praaayyy braal! ''[The Chinese serve. The first one out is Clyde, who tumbles all the way to the wall]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|South Park Town Square. The Mayor is on stage.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|As this year's Conjoined Twin Myslexia Awareness Week draws to a close, I would like to personally thank all of you for your enthusiastic cooperation.}} |
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− | !Chef: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The crowd cheers.}} |
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− | |Holy crap..! ''[Kyle is hit, twice, before he goes down]'' God damn... |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|Now, let's hear it one more time for our world champion South Park Cows!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The team is standing behind a low wall with a trophy at one end, next to Chef. Kyle is dressed normally but still bandaged.}} |
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− | !Chinese Commentator: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|What the hell is everyone wearing on their heads?}} |
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− | |Hey, hey, what do you call white American person with PhD in a physics and-a math? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|And now, let's hear from the woman of the week! The incredible, courageous Nurse Gollum!}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Agghh!}} |
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− | !Tom: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Dude, it's the freak nurse!}} |
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− | |Ah, I don't know. What? |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Holy crap!}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Dammit, Kyle! We've been working all week against that kind of behavior!}} |
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− | !Chinese Commentator: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Well sorry, dude, we weren't here.}} |
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− | |Stupid American! ''[laughs]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Thank you, Mayor. I uhhh, wa-I... I don't know what to say; this has been quite a week.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|''[Wiping away a tear.]'' She's really touched.}} |
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− | !Tom: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|What I really wanna say is... well, -egh-- This may sound odd coming from a woman with a fetus sticking out of her head, but... you're all a bunch of freaks!}} |
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− | |Aw, no way!! ''[starts laughing]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|The crowd is stunned, Mayor McDaniels takes the mic from Nurse Gollum.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Mayor McDaniels|Uhhh, freaks with big hearts! And now--}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Don't you realize that the last thing I ever wanted was to be singled out?}} |
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− | |''[A Chinese player takes aim at Cartman, who turns and runs away squealing. The ball gets him anyway, and he tumbles away]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Sheila and Father Maxi look betrayed.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|I just wanted to do my job and live my life like any normal person, but instead you've made everybody focus on my handicap all week long.}} |
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− | !Chinese Commentator: |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|More people look at each other.}} |
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− | |Oooh, another American is down! It's numbuh-- uuhhh... Oh, I don't know. All American look alike! ''[they laugh]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse Gollum|Look, I don't want to be treated different. I don't want to be treated special orh-or treated gingerly. I just want to be ridiculed, shouted at, and made fun of like all the rest of you do to each other. }} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|People are listening.}} |
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− | ! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Nurse gollum|And take those stupid things off your heads!}} |
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− | |''[A Chinese player serves and hits Kenny with such force that the ball picks him up and splatters him against the wall, then bounces up and away. Paint falls away and cracks are left in the wall. Blood pours out quickly. The crowd jumps up and cheers]'' |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|She turns and walks off the stage.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Principal Victoria|Oh, my, what an ungrateful bitch.}} |
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− | !Stan: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Sheila|Yeah, the nerve of some people.}} |
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− | |Oh my God, they killed Kenny! |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Kyle|Hey, you know, that nurse is actually pretty cool.}} |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Stan|Yeah, maybe that dead fetus makes her smarter.}} |
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− | !Kyle: |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|I love you guys.}} |
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− | |''[lying on his side and out of breath]'' You... bastards... |
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+ | {{ScriptScene|Stan and Kyle merely look at him and say nothing.}} |
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− | |- |
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+ | {{ScriptDialog|Cartman|Ah, screw you guys!}} |
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− | !Chinese Commentator: |
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+ | }} |
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− | |Oooh, my, I haven't seen an American die like that since Abraham Lincoln! ''[chuckles]'' |
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+ | {{Episodemedia02|episode=5}} |
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+ | [[Category:Scripts from Season Two]] |
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− | !Tom: |
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− | |Dude, that is-a not cool! You're gonna get us into trouble again. |
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− | |- |
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− | ! |
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− | | bgcolor="#{{Color3}}"|''[South Park Town Square. The town is assembled yet again]'' |
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− | !Mayor: |
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− | |Ladies and gentlemen, on this fourth day of Conjoined Twin Myslexia Week, all our prayers are with our little South Park Cows now playing their hearts out in China. ''[the town cheers]'' Now, join me in saluting our Cows and help make Nurse Gollum ''not'' feel like an outcast with our first official Conjoined Twin Myslexia hats! ''[one of her aides passes out the hats as an organ plays. Nurse Gollum just watches]'' |
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− | |And there is-a only a one South Park prayer left. ''[Pip. Kenny is still plastered to the wall]'' Still all Chinese prayer. This should be over veerry shortly. |
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− | |Come on! Throw ball! |
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− | |Hey, you wanna hear my impersonation of American? |
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− | |Yeah, yeah! |
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− | |Ah, okay. ''[puts his hands to his eyelids and opens them wide to simulate American eyes, and talks in a deep voice]'' Hey, I really, really want that. That looks good. ''[they have a good laugh]'' |
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− | |Hey, hey. Let me try, let me try. ''[sets up with a deep voice]'' I'll use my credit card. ''[they laugh harder, and he resumes]'' Eh-eh-uh... Do you have any non-dairy creamer? ''[they laugh]'' |
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− | |Yes yes! ''[laughs]'' Y'all come a-back now, you hear? ''[they laugh so hard they fall from their chairs]'' |
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− | |''[crestfallen]'' Oh, what have I done? ''[Cartman comes over and sits next to him]'' You know, Eric, I just realized something. I have been obsessed, and obsession isn't good. ''[Eric bites into a chocolate bar]'' If we had won the world championship, what then? ''[Kevin walks off]'' It would only be a bigger letdown the next year if we ''didn't'' win! Our lives would have to revolve around dodgeball. Our lives were fine before. ''[Cartman farts and tries to fan it away]'' Oh, I'm sorry, children. I let it all go to my head. Can you ever forgive me? ''[the kids are stunned at this sudden reversal of desire]'' Come on, forget this stupid game. Let's go home. |
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− | |Come on! Throw ball! |
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− | |''[walking over to player 70]'' Hey, if you wanna make him throw the ball, say this. ''[hands him a note to read]'' |
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− | |Thanks, you American dumb-ass! ''[reads it]'' "You French piece of crap! Throw ball! ''[Pip gets angry]'' What's the matter, Frenchy? You got crepes in your ears." ''[the team laughs. Pip gets livid rather quickly]'' |
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− | |Arrggghhh! ''[starts spinning. The Chinese team watches as Pip picks up speed, and the players gasp. Pip releases the ball and it shoots all over the temple stadium, knocking out players left and right, until all of them are down. Pip slows down, and finally stops]'' |
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− | |And the winner is South Park Cows! ''[musicians play]'' |
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− | |Everyone! Everyone, look! I won the game! We're world champions! Mr. Chef, Mr. Chef. South Park is the world champion in dodgeball. Oh, glorious day! ''[the South Park team is limping off the court, with Kyle taking his IV unit along]'' |
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− | |Yeah, shut up, Pip. ''[to Chef]'' Can we go home now? |
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− | |Did you all see? I can't believe I threw such a ball with my own arm. It was-- |
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− | |As this year's Conjoined Twin Myslexia Awareness Week draws to a close, I would like to personally thank all of you for your enthusiastic cooperation. ''[the crowd cheers]'' Now, let's hear it one more time for our world champion South Park Cows! ''[the team is standing behind a low wall with a trophy at one end, next to Chef]'' |
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− | |And now, let's hear from the woman of the week! The incredible, courageous Nurse Gollum! |
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− | |Agghh! |
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− | |Dammit, Kyle! We've been working all week against that kind of behavior! |
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− | |Well sorry, dude, we weren't here. |
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− | |Thank you, Mayor. I uhhh, wa-I... I don't know what to say; this has been quite a week. |
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− | |''[wiping away a tear]'' She's really touched. |
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− | |What I really wanna say is... well, -egh-- This may sound odd coming from a woman with a fetus sticking out of her head, but... you're all a bunch of freaks! ''[the crowd is stunned]'' |
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− | |''[taking the mike]'' Uhhh, freaks with big hearts! And now-- |
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− | |Don't you realize that the last thing I ever wanted was to be singled out? ''[Sheila and the priest look betrayed]'' I just wanted to do my job and live my life like any normal person, but instead you've made everybody focus on my handicap all week long. ''[the look is spreading]'' Look, I don't want to be treated different. I don't want to be treated special orh-or treated gingerly. I just want to be ridiculed, shouted at, and made fun of like all the rest of you do to each other. ''[people are listening]'' And take those stupid things off your heads! ''[she turns and walks off the stage]'' |
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Revision as of 10:43, 12 July 2019
"Ike's Wee Wee/Script" | "Conjoined Fetus Lady/Script" | "The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka/Script" |
- The official script for "Conjoined Fetus Lady" was released by South Park Studios. It is located [[Media:{{{e}}}.pdf|here]]!
Cast
- Stan Marsh
- Kyle Broflovski
- Eric Cartman
- Kenny McCormick
- Pip Pirrip
- Bebe Stevens
- Clyde Donovan
- Mr. Mackey
- Sheila Broflovski
- Gerald Broflovski
- Sharon Marsh
- Randy Marsh
- Chef
- Ms. Crabtree
- Nurse Gollum
- Principal Victoria
- Token Black
- Officer Barbrady
- Jimbo Kern
- Bob Thomas
- The Denver Cougars
- Kevin Stoley
- Chinese commentators
- The Chinese Dodgeball Team
Script
Conjoined Fetus Lady | |
South Park Elementary Gym. | |
Okay, children, it's Friday, and you know what that means for PE class. We're gonna play dodgeball! | |
The class groans. | |
We don't wanna play dodgeball. It hurts. | |
Yeah. | |
So let's have half the children on this side [To his right.] and half the children on that side. [To his left] | |
Team 1 walks to one side. The children groan. | |
[Uncertain.] Uhh... Excuse me a moment, gentlemen. I don't believe I know how to play dodgeball. | |
[With Clyde and Stan looking on.] What? Don't you have dodgeball in France? | |
Well, no. And actually, I'm not from France-- | |
Look, Pip, the rules are simple. A kid from that team is gonna try to bean a kid on our team in the head with a big red ball. | |
Oh, dear. | |
If the ball hits you, you're out, but if you catch the ball, he's out, and the last team to still have anybody standing wins. | |
Oh, what jolly good fun! | |
No it isn't, it hurts! I can't believe they let us play this in school. | |
The teams are as follows: Team 1: Kyle, Clyde, Kenny, Stan, Cartman, Pip, Jordan, Swanson, and the boy with the blue cap Team 2: Bill, Fosse, Kevin, Bebe, Red, and Terrance. | |
[Blows his whistle.] Play ball! | |
Kevin takes the ball and chucks it at Stan's team. It hits Clyde. | |
Ow! Ahow-ow-ooooowww! | |
Dammit, we lost one already! | |
Aheeheh, you're out, Clyde! Heheheh. | |
Jordan, Swanson, pull forward! We need backup. | |
Jordan and Swanson pull forward as told to. Kevin throws again, and it hits Jordan, causing her to scream and be knocked out. | |
We're losing men fast out here! | |
He and Kyle jump out of the way as the ball sails towards the boy with the blue cap. The boy falls and lets out a grunt of pain. The ball returns to the opposing team. | |
[Giggling.] Concentrate on your ge-hame! Be the buhaw-hall! | |
Kevin serves again, and Kyle looks away as it comes towards him, amazingly Kyle opens his eyes to find the ball is in his hands. | |
I caught it! I caught it! | |
Great catch, Kyle! Now your team's on offense! | |
Here, Pip, you throw. | |
Kyle tosses the ball to Pip, who catches it. | |
Ugh... Oh, no, I couldn't. | |
Come on, limey, don't be a wuss! Are you just gonna be a little French pansy your whole life? | |
I'm not French-- | |
Throw the ball, you stupid frog! | |
Pip sets up to throw. | |
God-damn, maybe if you didn't eat all those croissants, | |
Angered, Pip throws the ball at him. | |
you'd be able to-- Ow! [He falls.]. | |
Okay, that was pretty good, Pip, but you're supposed to hit the kids on the other team. | |
Ow, my nose! You broke my nose! | |
Damn, Pip. I didn't know you had it in you. | |
Ogh! I'm dreadfully sorry! | |
That nose is bleeding pretty bad, Kyle. I think you might have to go to the nurse's office. | |
Fear strikes the kids. | |
[Gasp.] No. No, it'll be okay! | |
Sorry, son. You'll have to let the nurse look at it. Come on. | |
Chef takes him by the hand, and leads him away to the nurse's office. | |
Oh-- Noooo! | |
[Ominously.] Dude! He's going to the nurse's office. | |
I heard the school nurse is hideously deformed. | |
I heard she has tentacles and eats children for lunch. | |
Stan? Has anybody actually seen the nurse, and come back to tell about it? | |
[Somberly.] No, Cartman. Nobody ever has. | |
Nurse's Office. Kyle's shadow is on the window. He waits with his hand on his nose. He sees a mouse nibble at some cheese and run away. He looks up, and a door opens. Kyle looks and shuts his eyes tight. | |
Are you Kyle Broflovski? | |
She sounds friendly, but her shadow falls on him. | |
Ye-yes. | |
I'm the school nurse. Did you hurt your nose? | |
Ye-yes. | |
Young man, Why do you have your eyes closed? I'm not gonna hurt you. | |
I know. | |
So open them. | |
She walks to her left, Kyle resists, then opens them. | |
Oh! Phew. | |
Now, what seems to be the problem? | |
Aw, I just hit my nose playing dodgeball. | |
Oh. Well, I'll get you an ice pack. | |
She turns to face him, and a withered fetus comes into view. It is joined to her left temple and upper cheek. | |
AAGGGGGHHHH!! | |
What? | |
OOOOOHHHHH MY GOD!! | |
Oh, I see you've noticed my disorder. I have a stillborn fetus growth attached to my head. | |
AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!! | |
After school, at Kyle's house. The boys are there to listen to Kyle's story. | |
...And when she moved up and down, the little fetus jiggled. | |
Eewwww! | |
Did it talk? The little fetus, did it talk? | |
No. No-it looked dead. | |
Eewwww! | |
Wa-was it wearing clothes? | |
Dude, where is she gonna get fetus clothes? | |
Oh, yeah. Eeww. | |
Eewwww! | |
And then she walked over to-- | |
Kyle! That is enough! I've been reading up on your poor nurse's condition, and it is nothing to be made fun of. It's called "conjoined twin myslexia". | |
Who the hell cares what it's called? As long as she doesn't have to touch me... | |
Now, that's just the kind of unawareness that we need to fight against. Sit down, boys. | |
They hop on the sofa. She sits in the middle and opens the book. Softly, she reads. | |
You see boys, sometimes, when babies are born, they're born as twins. But sometimes the twins get hooked together, and they're born as Siamese twins. | |
A picture of two adults attached by the side of the head is shown. | |
Gross! | |
But sometimes, after the Siamese twins are joined together, one of the twins dies before birth. The living baby is born with the dead baby still attached. | |
Stan is frightened. | |
Sometimes, this dead twin is inside the living person, so even you could have a dead twin inside you and not even know it! | |
Now, Cartman is frightened. He and Stan rush out of there. | |
AGGGGGGHHHHHH! | |
AGGHHH! Let me live! AGGGHHH! | |
So now that you're educated about her disease, you won't need to make fun of her. Right, bubbe? | |
Uhhhh... Yeah. | |
She leaves, and Kyle's eyes follow her. Then he looks forward, then at Kenny. Kenny cracks up. | |
The dining room. Sheila serves dinner to Gerald as he reads the newspaper. | |
Can you imagine that poor, poor woman? | |
Mm-hmm. | |
Feeling like an outcast, being ridiculed every day... | |
Mm-hmm. | |
The phone rings and Sheila answers. | |
Hello? | |
Hello, Sheila? It's Sharon, Stan's mother. | |
Stan is screaming and running around the house. | |
Oh, yes. Hello, Sharon. | |
Sheila, I was just wondering if you might know why my son is trying to split his head open with an ice pick? | |
Randy chases him down. | |
No! I have to get it out! | |
Well, Sharon, I was just trying to educate them about conjoined twin myslexia. | |
So this is your fault. | |
ARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH! | |
Damn it, stop. | |
Stan slips from his grasp and he falls. | |
Oh! | |
Gets up and chases him. | |
Damn it! | |
Would you do me a favor? Next time you want to scare the hell out of my child, just go outside and sit in the road until a truck runs you over instead? | |
Click. Stan runs by again, still screaming and pursued by Randy. Sheila is left with a dial tone. | |
[Undaunted.] That does it! I must educate the entire town about this awful disease! | |
Mm-hmm. | |
South Park Elementary Gym. | |
[To Cartman.] Dude, I don't get it. Why are we playing dodgeball again? | |
Yeah. I thought we only played on Fridays. | |
[Arriving with a letter.] Children! Great news! We've been asked to play in the State Finals for dodgeball! | |
Awww... | |
Aw, do we have to? | |
Can't we just play with that big parachute again or something? | |
You-you don't understand, children. If we can win State, we can play in the Nationals in Washington, D.C.! | |
Heyh! They have a zoo there! | |
That's right! Now, come on! We have a lot of practicing to do! | |
The class separates into teams. | |
Aren't we supposed to have won something in order to go to State Finals? | |
Hey, Pip. Do you wanna be on my team again? | |
I'd love to! | |
Now, let's try not to send anyone to that monster nurse this time, Frenchy. | |
Hey! I get quite disturbed when you call me that! You shouldn't make fun of foreigners. | |
He turns and walks away. | |
And besides, I hate French people. | |
Chef blows the whistle to begin play. Fosse throws, and Bebe is beaned. The foursome look at her, then laugh while Pip observes. | |
Principal Victoria's office. She's meeting with Mr. Mackey and Sheila. | |
Well, Mrs. Broflovski, it certainly is a thrill seeing your cheery face again. What seems to be pissing you off today? | |
Nothing is pissing me off! I just wanta start a movement. | |
O-of course you do. | |
I want to talk to you all about your school nurse. | |
Principal Victoria and Mackey are surprised. | |
Uh, Nurse Gollum is absolutely qualified to be a-- | |
No, no no. I'm not upset about her. I want to make the public aware of her. Her disease should be brought to light so that it can be understood rather than made fun of. | |
Oh, and uh, what disease is that? | |
Uh, Principal Victoria, Nurse Gollum has conjoined twin myslexia. | |
What's that? | |
She has a dead fetus attached to her head. | |
[Gasp.] She does? | |
Y-you never noticed that? | |
No-o, I never did. | |
Well, that's exactly what I'm talking about. This poor woman is forced to live in the shadows because she feels like an outcast. It is up to us to make her feel comfortable and welcome in our town! | |
Did you say a fetus, sticking out from her head? | |
I want to invite your nurse to a dinner party at my house this evening. I'd appreciate it if both you and Mr. Mackey would attend. | |
Do we have to eat kosher stuff? | |
Well, I'll talk to Nurse Gollum, but I'm sure she'll be delighted. Let's say around 8:00? | |
Wonderful! | |
Now, you did say she has a fetus on her head? | |
A mountain road. The class is on its way to the State Finals. | |
[Rising.] Okay children. [Encouraging] Now, who's gonna win the State Finals? | |
The kids just look at him. | |
Denver? | |
Here we go Ca-ows, here we go: Unh, unh! | |
The kids just look at him. He looks back, then turns to Ms. Crabtree. | |
I think we need to get off on this exit. | |
SIT DOWN, KID!! | |
But it's quicker to get to the Denver school that way! | |
DO YOU WANT AN OFFICE REFERRAL?! | |
How many times do I have to explain this to you?! I'm not a student! You can't give me an office referral, and-! | |
I SAID SIT DOOWWN!!! | |
[Sits down.] Yes, ma'am. | |
The kids arrive at Denver Elementary. | |
Whoa, dude, this is a school? | |
The crowd is cheering. Cows fans are scattered among the crowd. | |
Hello, there. I'm Bob Thomas, the coach for the Denver Cougars. | |
He slaps Chef on the back. | |
I'm Chef, coach of the South Park Cows. | |
Well, I certainly want to thank you for bringing your team down. Apparently, nobody else would play us, because they knew we'd just beat 'em silly. So I told the school board to find me some hick school from the mountains, and here you are. | |
Chef is pissed. | |
You're from South Park, yeah? | |
[In a low tone.] Yeah. | |
My G-hod, amazing where people can live nowadays. Well, we might as well get this over with; we've gotta start thinking about D.C. Promise we won't make it too painful. | |
He slaps Chef on the back again and leaves. Chef wonders, then gets mad again as the whistle blows. | |
Play ball! | |
Dinner at the Broflovski house. Principal Victoria, Mr. Mackey, and Nurse Gollum are there, with her conjoined fetus out of view. | |
So, uhh, where did you get your degree, Nurse Gollum? | |
Colorado State. | |
Ahhh. | |
Oh. | |
They resume eating in silence. | |
Sheila, could you pass me the dead fetus? | |
Sheila looks at Nurse Gollum, then glares at Gerald. | |
I mean, gravy. | |
Sheila kicks him on the shins. | |
Ow! | |
Denver Elementary. The Cougars are serving. Player 1 throws the ball, and it hits Token, who goes down. | |
Ow! | |
The Cougar fans cheer. | |
Dammit, come on! | |
Clyde, Swanson, and Kevin are already out. | |
Somebody catch the ball! | |
Only Pip and the Boys remain. | |
All right, boys, just five more of the little bastards to go! | |
Player 1 serves again, and the ball hits Cartman in the belly where it gets stuck. | |
I caught it, I caught it! | |
Oh, that's not fair! He's so fat, it stuck in his belly! | |
South Park on offense! | |
Great job, children! Just stay focused now. | |
Go for it, Pip. | |
Kyle tosses the ball over to Pip. | |
Oh, bother. | |
Come on, you Frenchy little frog! | |
Gagghh! | |
Pip hurls the ball at the other team and knocks down players 1 and 13. | |
Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Great shot, Pip! | |
Back at Broflovski's. | |
Eh, sooo, I hear that the South Park Cows are playing for the State Finals in dodgeball tonight. | |
Yeah, but you know, it-it doesn't matter though. The-the Denver team always wins, m'kay? | |
Oh, I don't know. I think our boys might just have the dead fetus to win-- Heart! | |
Gerald! | |
Sheila smacks him off his chair. | |
Keep your damn mouth shut! | |
I-it's okay, Ms. Broflovski. Really. | |
[Exhales.] Please forgive us. I-I'm terribly sorry, Nurse Gollum. | |
No, I'm quite secure with it. | |
I have felt so bad ever since I heard the boys making fun of you-- | |
They're just young boys. Joking is a way for them to come to terms with what they don't understand. | |
Could I get some more pork? | |
So did you ever think of just, you know, having it cut off? | |
Yes, Principal Victoria, the thought had occurred to me. Unfortunately, it would mean my death. | |
Ooohh, so I suppose that's out. Uh-how about a hat, then? | |
No, really, I don't need a-- | |
Yes, we could get you a few hats and wear a different one every day. No big whoop. | |
I really appreciate what you're trying to do here, but it's not necessary. I'm a pretty happy person. | |
I've got it! We could set aside a whole week to make the public aware of folks just like you. | |
Ooohh, yeess, a Conjoined Twin Myslexia Awareness Week. You know, that has a nice ring. | |
But I really don't think-- | |
Th-the school could put out pamphlets, m'kay? And we could have seminars to educate, m'kay? | |
Ooooh, this is so exciting! I'm gonna get the mayor on the phone right now! | |
Sheila leaves with Mr. Mackey and Principal Victoria. Nurse Gollum and Gerald look at each other. Gerald winces. | |
Meanwhile at the Dodgeball State Finals. | |
You got just one more, Pip. You get this kid, and we are State Champions. | |
Yeah, and if you don't, you're a big dumb-ass European hippie piece of crap. | |
Pip gets pissed and winds up. | |
Get him, Frenchy! | |
Gaagghh! | |
Pip hurls the ball across the court where it hits player 6 on the nose. The player goes down. | |
South Park wins! | |
Coach Thomas is in utter disbelief as the victory music plays. | |
We did it, children, we did it! We're going to Washington, D.C.! | |
Uh-hu-hu-hu-howieee! | |
A group of parents looks on as an injured player on the opposing team writhes on the floor in pain. | |
It hur-hurts! Owieee! | |
Two clowns come out with a stretcher and place it next to him. | |
Mommy, it huurts! I-it hur-hurts! | |
The clowns do a little jig, and the parents laugh. The clowns place him on the other side of the stretcher, then pick up the stretcher and walk away. The boy is left on the floor. The parents applaud. | |
Oh, sorry about whoopin' your ass there, Coach!
Oooh, baby, come on | |
Chef dances, and shows off his butt several times. He also turns to make sure Coach Thomas is watching. | |
Meanwhile, at the South Park Town Square. | |
Ladies and gentlemen, this is indeed a great week for South Park. Ms. Hermans has opened the east wing of the library, and our own South Park Cows Elementary School Dodgeball Team is going to the national finals... | |
The crowd cheers wildly. | |
...where they will undoubtedly be beaten senseless by the Washington team. | |
The Broflovskis are not amused. The crowd quiets down. | |
But most importantly, this week has brought to my attention a very serious and dreaded disease: conjoined twin myslexia. And so it is in honor of this that I declare this exciting week as Conjoined Twin Myslexia Week! | |
The crowd cheer louder. | |
And now, let's kick off our week long festivities with the first annual Grand Conjoined Parade! | |
More cheering. There are people on rooftops all over the square cheering as well. | |
Let's hear it for these brave souls! | |
The band starts playing festive music. The crowd cheers up and down as Nurse Gollum walks down the street, alone. She looks around and waves. | |
What a glorious parade that was! Let's hear it for the parade coordinators! | |
Nine men are shown, and they cheer back. Nurse Gollum is now next to Mayor McDaniels at the podium. | |
You know, Mayor, I really should be accompanying those kids to Washington in case they get hurt. That is my job. | |
[The mic is still on.] Nonsense. This is your week. You aren't going anywhere. | |
Somewhere near Washington, D.C. The bus is going through a lovely meadow. | |
How much further is Washington, D.C.? | |
SIT DOWN, KID!! | |
I need to know how far it is, lady! | |
I SAID SIT DOWN!!! | |
[Grumbling.] Yeah, whatever, you old, dried-up, fat hog. | |
WHAT DID YOU SAY?! | |
I said, "I've always wanted to visit Prague." | |
Oh, me too. | |
Clyde munches away. | |
[To Kyle.] Okay, what have you got? | |
Some hadka fish, some gafagga... | |
[Quickly.] I got a jelly roll! I got a jelly roll! | |
Kenny pulls out a bone. | |
Sweet! A jelly roll is perfect! | |
Stan takes one end of a short bungee cord while Cartman holds the other end. | |
Places! | |
Stan gives his end to Kyle and takes the jelly roll. He places the jelly roll in the makeshift slingshot, pulls back, and fires away. All three smile as the roll flies forward. It hits Mrs. Crabtree on the back of her head. | |
ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!! | |
She loses control of the bus as it careens down the road. | |
Whoa! | |
(Sheesh!) | |
A tourist sees the bus coming his way and tries to get out of the way, but the bus crashes into the Vietnam Memorial's right wall, and the engine bursts into flames. He was thrown to one side. The right wall drops down three feet, taking the front end of the bus with it and raising the back of the bus off the ground five feet. Both front doors fall off. | |
Ulysses Grant Elementary. Inside, the gym is filled with championship banners going back to 1987 hang from the rafters. Posters line the walls. | |
Damn, man. This is the big time, alright. | |
Chef, we're hungry. | |
You can eat after the game. You children win this one, and you're National Champions! Then you can go on and play the Chinese. | |
My mom says there's a lot of black people in China. | |
What? | |
Are you Chef? | |
Yeah. | |
The Washington team has forfeited the game. Congratulations, you're national champions. | |
What? We did it! Children, we won! | |
Wow, that was easy. | |
Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear a round of applause for the new national champions of dodgeball, the South Park Cows! | |
Everyone boos as Kyle rushes over to the opposing team. | |
Hey, why did you guys forfeit? | |
You mean you don't know? | |
Know what? | |
Last year's national champions were the Austin Pirates. They played China for the world championship. Only four of them came back alive. Chinese dodgeball players aren't like us. | |
A temple scene comes up. A squad of Chinese kids are exercising as their master gives orders. Some of them are being acrobatic, others throw solid kettle-bells at each other. | |
Bush langli. Woon taun. Waya ching gia! | |
[Voice-over.] They do nothing but dodgeball, day in, and day out. They use steroids and advanced training equipment to make them, not kids, but animals. | |
Each kid is handed a bowling ball, which he or she throws against a brick wall. The wall crumbles further with every throw. The scene fades, and the foursome are standing there, awed. | |
Well, good luck. We've got our futures to think about. | |
He hops off and leaves as Chef comes over. | |
Okay, children, back in the bus. | |
South Park City Hall. Many people are seated at table waiting for the evening's events to unfold. | |
And so, at this honorary dinner we take a look back at our beloved Nurse Gollum and the brave life she has lived. Roll the tape, please, Mr. Garrison. | |
He starts up the player. He's in a nice tuxedo. Nurse Gollum is quite embarrassed as she sits with Sharon in the crowd. | |
Oh, no..! | |
[The video begins.]
You've got the strength, you've got the courage | |
Scenes from the video:
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There are sobs here and there, a smattering of applause. | |
Oh, that was so touching. | |
[With envelope in hand.] And now, friends, it's time to present the Lifetime Conjoined Twin Achievement Award. This award goes to outstanding conjoined twins who have made a mark on society. And the winner is... [Reaches into the envelope.] | |
[Derisively.] Nurse Gollum. | |
Nurse Gollum!! | |
The room applauds and the spotlight moves from the Mayor to the nurse. | |
Oh, boy. | |
[Interrupting.] Excuse me, Mayor, but I just received some news that you might all be interested in. | |
Jimbo takes the microphone. | |
Our South Park Cows have just beaten the Washington dodgeball team, and are on their way to the world championship in China. | |
The crowd erupts in applause, meanwhile somewhere near China. The bus is going down a slope. | |
Okay, children, now, we're almost to China. I want you all to try and focus on your game. | |
But Chef, we don't wanna play the Chinese! | |
Nonsense! If we win this one, we're world champions. | |
But we could get killed! | |
And just what price would you pay for eternal glory? | |
Stan and Kyle fall silent. | |
Just imagine: a big yellow "Dodgeball Champions" banner hanging in the cafeteria! Imagine it! | |
Dude, Chef has lost it. | |
You'll be in the news all over the world. South Park will finally have a sport that it's good at. Ohh, children, it'll be glorious! | |
So, Captain Ahab has to get his whale, huh? | |
Chef looks at him. | |
Dude, what does that mean? | |
I dunno. | |
Hey, isn't that kid Kevin Chinese? | |
Kevin looks back. | |
Yeah, you're from China. | |
No, I'm from America. My parents are Chinese. | |
Tell us how the Chinese play dodgeball! | |
I have no idea, dude. | |
Come on, rice picker! | |
Hey, hey hey! | |
Cartman hides his hands. | |
Children, that's not cool! You don't make fun of somebody because of their ethnicity. | |
You don't? | |
But Chef, you just ripped on Chinese people. | |
No, no, no, no, no, that's different. I made fun of them because they are from China. You see, it's not okay to make fun of an American because they're black, brown, or whatever, but it is okay to make fun of foreigners because they are from another country. | |
Ohhh. | |
[At the same time.] Oooh, I get it. | |
[Vindicated.] Yeah. | |
The bus has reached the temple. On the side is a banner that reads: Go Cows! | |
[Slamming on the brakes.] AAAGGGGHHHH! | |
Hiit ita wita great pride, that huwe huwelcome ourn American friend. Now let the... | |
He thumps the table, and his partner's mic falls. | |
...champion of dodgeball be deshide! | |
His partner resets the mic, a muscular man bangs away on a kodo drum, and musicians next to him start playing. The crowd cheers, and dancers come up and unfurl streamers. | |
Damn, dude. China's fucked up. | |
Take places! | |
All right, let's go, Cows! Let's show 'em what we've got! | |
Okay, Tom, rooks rike A-mericans are getting ready to play. I don't suppose they'll have any problems seeing the ball with their big American eyes! | |
They laugh. | |
Yeah. Good thing they have those big eyes so that they don't have to rery on that amazing American interrect. | |
He laughs. | |
Oh, you say such things. | |
That's a zinger! | |
Praaayyy braal! | |
The Chinese serve. The first one out is Clyde, who tumbles all the way to the wall. | |
Holy crap..! | |
Kyle is hit, twice, before he goes down. | |
God damn... | |
Hey, hey, what do you call white American person with PhD in a physics and-a math? | |
Ah, I don't know. What? | |
Stupid American! | |
He laughs. | |
Aw, no way!! | |
Tom starts laughing. | |
A Chinese player takes aim at Cartman, who turns and runs away squealing. The ball gets him anyway, and he tumbles away. | |
Oooh, another American is down! It's numbuh-- uuhhh... Oh, I don't know. All American look alike! | |
They laugh, as a Chinese player serves and hits Kenny with such force that the ball picks him up and splatters him against the wall, then bounces up and away. Paint falls away and cracks are left in the wall. Blood pours out quickly. The crowd jumps up and cheers. | |
Oh my God, they killed Kenny! | |
[Laying on his side and out of breath.] You... bastards... | |
Oooh, my, I haven't seen an American die like that since Abraham Lincoln! | |
He chuckles. | |
Dude, that is-a not cool! You're gonna get us into trouble again. | |
South Park Town Square. The town is assembled yet again. | |
Ladies and gentlemen, on this fourth day of Conjoined Twin Myslexia Week, all our prayers are with our little South Park Cows now playing their hearts out in China. | |
The town cheers. | |
Now, join me in saluting our Cows and help make Nurse Gollum not feel like an outcast with our first official Conjoined Twin Myslexia hats! | |
One of her aides passes out the hats as an organ plays. Nurse Gollum just watches. | |
Meanwhile, in China, at the Temple, Chef is tending to his injured players. Kyle is hooked up to an IV. The other players are bandaged up according to the severity of their injuries. | |
And there is-a only a one South Park prayer left. | |
Pip stands alone on the court, Kenny is still plastered to the wall behind him. | |
Still all Chinese prayer. This should be over veerry shortly. | |
Come on! Throw ball! | |
Hey, you wanna hear my impersonation of American? | |
Yeah, yeah! | |
Ah, okay. | |
Tom puts his hands to his eyelids and opens them wide to simulate American eyes, and talks in a deep voice. | |
Hey, I really, really want that. That looks good. | |
They have a good laugh. | |
Hey, hey. Let me try, let me try. | |
He sets up with a deep voice. | |
I'll use my credit card. | |
They laugh harder, and he resumes. | |
Eh-eh-uh... Do you have any non-dairy creamer? | |
They both laugh. | |
Yes yes! [Laughs.] Y'all come a-back now, you hear? | |
They laugh so hard they fall from their chairs. | |
[Crestfallen.] Oh, what have I done? | |
Cartman comes over and sits next to him. | |
You know, Eric, I just realized something. I have been obsessed, and obsession isn't good. | |
Cartman bites into a chocolate bar. | |
If we had won the world championship, what then? | |
Kevin walks off. | |
It would only be a bigger letdown the next year if we didn't win! Our lives would have to revolve around dodgeball. Our lives were fine before. | |
Cartman farts and tries to fan it away. | |
Oh, I'm sorry, children. I let it all go to my head. Can you ever forgive me? | |
The kids are stunned at this sudden reversal of desire. | |
Come on, forget this stupid game. Let's go home. | |
Come on! Throw ball! | |
[Walking over to player 70.] Hey, if you wanna make him throw the ball, say this. | |
Kevin hands him a note to read. | |
Thanks, you American dumbass! [Reads it.] "You French piece of crap! Throw ball!" | |
Pip gets angry. | |
"What's the matter, Frenchy? You got crepes in your ears." | |
The Chinese team laughs. Pip gets livid rather quickly. | |
Arrggghhh! | |
Pip starts spinning. The Chinese team watches as Pip picks up speed, and the players gasp. Pip releases the ball and it shoots all over the temple stadium, knocking out players left and right, until all of them are down. Pip slows down, and finally stops. | |
And the winner is South Park Cows! | |
Musicians play. | |
Everyone! Everyone, look! I won the game! We're world champions! Mr. Chef, Mr. Chef. South Park is the world champion in dodgeball. Oh, glorious day! | |
The South Park team is limping off the court, with Kyle taking his IV along. | |
Shut up, Pip. | |
Yeah, shut up, Pip. [To Chef.] Can we go home now? | |
Did you all see? I can't believe I threw such a ball with my own arm. It was-- | |
Shut up, Pip! | |
South Park Town Square. The Mayor is on stage. | |
As this year's Conjoined Twin Myslexia Awareness Week draws to a close, I would like to personally thank all of you for your enthusiastic cooperation. | |
The crowd cheers. | |
Now, let's hear it one more time for our world champion South Park Cows! | |
The team is standing behind a low wall with a trophy at one end, next to Chef. Kyle is dressed normally but still bandaged. | |
What the hell is everyone wearing on their heads? | |
And now, let's hear from the woman of the week! The incredible, courageous Nurse Gollum! | |
Agghh! | |
Dude, it's the freak nurse! | |
Holy crap! | |
Dammit, Kyle! We've been working all week against that kind of behavior! | |
Well sorry, dude, we weren't here. | |
Thank you, Mayor. I uhhh, wa-I... I don't know what to say; this has been quite a week. | |
[Wiping away a tear.] She's really touched. | |
What I really wanna say is... well, -egh-- This may sound odd coming from a woman with a fetus sticking out of her head, but... you're all a bunch of freaks! | |
The crowd is stunned, Mayor McDaniels takes the mic from Nurse Gollum. | |
Uhhh, freaks with big hearts! And now-- | |
Don't you realize that the last thing I ever wanted was to be singled out? | |
Sheila and Father Maxi look betrayed. | |
I just wanted to do my job and live my life like any normal person, but instead you've made everybody focus on my handicap all week long. | |
More people look at each other. | |
Look, I don't want to be treated different. I don't want to be treated special orh-or treated gingerly. I just want to be ridiculed, shouted at, and made fun of like all the rest of you do to each other. | |
People are listening. | |
And take those stupid things off your heads! | |
She turns and walks off the stage. | |
Oh, my, what an ungrateful bitch. | |
Yeah, the nerve of some people. | |
Hey, you know, that nurse is actually pretty cool. | |
Yeah, maybe that dead fetus makes her smarter. | |
I love you guys. | |
Stan and Kyle merely look at him and say nothing. | |
Ah, screw you guys! | |
End of Conjoined Fetus Lady |
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Nurse Gollum • China • Chinese Dodgeball Players • Ms. Herman • "Dodgeball Song" • "Conjoined Twin Song" • | ||||
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