the world!
KYLE
Lets go get fat ass!
EXT. ANOTHER HOUSE - DAY
This house looks just like all the others.
INT. THAT SAME HOUSE
CLOSE UP on a bag that reads CHEESY POOFS. A hand reaches
into the bag, pulls out a wad of orange crunchies and raises
them --
BOOM UP to reveal the fat face of eight year old ERIC CARTMAN
who chows down on the chips.
Now we see that fat little Eric is sitting on his cou
Life?
You know, you could put all these
in a museum.
Ill tell you what Ill do with you,
Adrian.
- Ill take this lot now.
- Revolting.
Eh? Ill take this lot now.
You wrap em up.
And will you shorten the sleeves,
love? Im not a gorilla.
(chuckles)
Yes! Well, there we are,
Captain Croker.
I think youll find
weve kept it in perfect tone.
Ill run the engine for you,
shall I?
Youll be able to hear
what
life...
and turn them...
into grief?
What use is grief...
to a horse?
You see...
Im lost.
What use, l should be asking, are questions
like these to an overworked psychiatrist...
in a provincial hospital?
Theyre worse than useless.
They are, in fact...
subversive.
The thing is...
I wearing that horses head myself...
all reined up in old language
and old assumptions...
straining to jump clean-hoofe
life will be mine.
- I mean, ours.
- Yeah.
All right, girl.
Open up your mouth.
- No!
- A boy!
- Get him, you fools!
- I got him. I knew I smelled a boy!
I got him. Come on. Come on.
- Get away!
- Here you go.
- Get away from my potion!
- Ohh!
Ohh!
- Winnie!
- My potion!
Emily!
Hmm. Hmm.
Winnie. Winnie.
- Look.
- Ahh!
Sisters, prepare thyselves.
Tis her life force.
The potion works!
Take my hands
Barcelona Script
I couldnt believe my cousin Fred
would just show up that way.
On the other hand,
it was absolutely typical.
I was furious, but tried not to show it.
- You could have called.
- I did call.
From a pay phone that cut me off
and swallowed my change.
- You called once from the airport.
- At least once. I would not, not call.
- How long do you plan to stay?
- Good question.
- More than