Randy: How does it feel to be a hundred and two, Paps? Grandpa: Shoot me! Sharon: Make a wish, Grandpa... Grandpa: I wish I were dead! Randy: That's our silly Grandpa! Grandpa: I'm not kidding, God Dammit! I really want to die!
Randy Marsh: I think I'm getting that stomach flu you gave me. Mr. Garrison: It's that little Kenny bastard that gave it to me. (the mayor exits the porta-potty) Randy: Hey, mayor. Were you making gravy in there? Mayor: I just gave birth to a brown baby boy.