Mr. Garrison, I HAVE to be excused! Oh, I don't know, Kyle... ...
Kyle: Mr. Garrison, I HAVE to be excused!
Mr. Garrison: Oh, I don't know, Kyle... Did you ask Mr. Hat?
Kyle: I don't wanna ask Mr. Hat; I'm asking YOU!
Mr. Garrison: Oh, I think you should ask Mr. Hat...
Kyle: Mr. Hat, may I please be excused from class?
Mr. Garrison: (as Mr. Hat) Well, Kyle... NO!!! You hear me?! You go to hell! You go to hell and you die! (as himself) Well, I guess you'll have to take your seat, Kyle.
Kyle: Damn it!