Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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Cows, I got you cornered. Let's see you get away now.
Come down here, you stinking aliens!
m is for mr hat
We got out of school No more school today
I don't want it! All the kids in school call me fat.
Well, I dreamt that I was lying in my bed, in the dark...
Do not kick the MOTHERFUCKING baby RIGHT now!
Yeah, fat boy saw it.
- What was that? - He is under alien control.
- Cartman, they killed Kenny. - He's not dead.
KICK THE BABy! AAAAa—
It's happening again.
That’s a little joke.
- What was that? - That was a pigeon.
Wendy and eric sitting in the tree k-I-s-s-i-n-g
- What? - That was cool!
- His butt's linked up to the visitors. - Son of a bitch!
And slowly my bedroom door opened. The next thing I remember...
I think we have to signal them somehow.
- Hi. I'm Trey Parker. - I'm Matt Stone.
If the fat kid has something implanted in his ass...
You Scrawny-Assed Sh * *! What The F* * * Is Wrong With You? You Must Be Kind Of Sh**! To Be Ignored A Crying Child!
- Eric, look who's here. - Good work, Mom!
Beavers do your impersonation of David Carusos career.
I'm sick of it! It's completely immature!
Bye, Wendy.
Where's this amazing thing you were gonna show us?
Illumination! Illumination!
Oh, for goodness sakes... Within our paddles.
At this rate, all my cattle will die before the winter's through.
SOMEBODY'S BAKING BROWNIES
- Dude, visitors! - What?
I wonder what the visitors gave the cows?
- That fat bitch won't let us. - What did you say?!