Kal: Hey, I know! Let's make a videotape of us having sex with boys!
[Jessie likes the idea]
Wendy: What??
Kal: I just got
[brings out a box]
the Stupid Spoiled Whore video playset!
[the set comes from Letcher Price and "Makes you a whore and so much more!"]
Singers: Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset!
Kal: You can make videos that get out on the Internet!
Jessie: Yeah!
Singers: Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset!
[Jessie and Kal open the box up and prepare the camera]
Show the whole world what a slut you are!
[Kal puts on some makeup as Jessie looks on]
Announcer: Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset comes with video camera, night-vision filter, play money, losable cellphone, and sixteen hits of exstacy.
[nine hits are shown]
Singers: Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset!
[night-vision footage of Kal simulating sex is shown]
Let everyone see your coo-oo-ooch!
[The playset box is shown again, then Kal is shown on the cellphone]
Kal: I'm pretending to be calling my friends on the cellphone while my man waits for more sex!
Jessie: You're a Stupid Spoiled Whore.
[Wendy just turns right and walks away.]
Where are you goin', Wendy?
[The limosine. Paris is crying over the loss of Tinkerbell]
Paris: Bwaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaaaa!
Driver: All right, Ms. Hilton, we'll find you another dog.
Paris: [throws a tantrum] WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Driver: There there now, let's just get you back home, shall we?
Paris: Woooooooooohooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooo...
[notices somethng outside]
Wait! Wait, stop the car!
[the limo proceeds]
Stop the car, you fucking moron!
[the limo stops]
Look at how cuuute. I want that! I want that!!
Butters:
[playing with some apples on a checkerboard blanket on the front lawn]
Lu lu lu, I've got some apples, Lu lu lu, you've got some too.
Paris: It's adorable!
[exits the limo and closes the door]
Butters: Lu lu lu, let's make some applesauce, take off our clothes and lu lu lu!
[Paris approaches him]
Paris: Look at his lwittle puff ball!
[Butters is surprised]
I'm gonna feed you, and take care of you, and call you Mr. Biggles!
[kneels down and hugs him]
Butters: My name's Butters.
Paris: Driver, put Mr. Biggles in the car.
[the driver appears]
I want to find a bear costume for him.
Won't he be soo cute dressed up as a bear?
Driver: Paris, I believe this is somebody's child.
Paris: I want it!