Kyle: Alright, Cartman, what's so important that you had to pull us away from lighting cow crap on fire? Cartman: Oh, you guys, you're not gonna believe it! Stan: What? Cartman: Guess what I have, sitting in my backyard. Kyle: A trampoline? Cartman: Better. Stan: A boat? Cartman: Better. Kenny: (muffled) A football machine? Cartman: Better. Stan: Well, what, Cartman? Cartman: Thirty-three aborted fetuses. (Stan,Kyle and Kenny look at him blankly) Oh yes. Kyle: (closes his eyes) What?! Cartman: Mint-condition, tax-free. Stan: Cartman, what the hell are you doing with aborted fetuses? Kyle: I'm leaving, right now. Cartman: Well, I guess you don't watch the news, Kyle. Kyle: You've never watched the news, fat-ass! What the hell does that have to do with anything?! Cartman: Stem-cells, numb-nuts. Stan: Stem-cells? Kyle: Oh, and what do you know about stem-cells? Kenny(muffled): What the f--k are stem-cells? Kyle: They're cells that come from fetuses, and some research shows that they could be used to treat diseases. Cartman: It's been proven, Jew! I saw it on 321 contact, and with all the research that's going on, stem-cells are worth three times their weight in gold. What I have in my backyard, is an aborted treasure chest. Kyle: I hate you, so much.