// Shitty weather.

The smell of a British boy’s feet grosses you out, does it? [laughs]

Eric, come here.

I heard what Cartman did. That was a bloody cruel thing to do.

You little shit! You little monkey prick! You little bat shit features! I’ve got a really sweary one. Michael Portillo!

You triple effing double bloody stupid gormless arse! Head. Features. Pants. Smell. Uh, vest. Why did you say guilty?!

Well, that’s just effing marvellous, isn’t it? You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…bastard! You effing stupid… Effing stupid bloody… Yeah, bloody! You heard me right the first time! Double effing bloody stupid bastard buggery!

There’s plenty of room in my trousers…sadly.

I wish that stupid git would play something we bleeding know.

I’m taking Libby somewhere special.

I haven’t seen Butters today.

Me and Libby have just had a brilliant idea!

Would anyone care for one of my homemade empire biscuits?

“Buck Tarbrush”. [chuckles] We should be lucky to get Basil Brush.

I can’t believe Sam did that. I’m absolutely disgusted.

You scoffed my sodding pie! You bloody bastards!

Is this a piece of your brain?

Better go and lie down before something else happens.

Has it come away?

Cartman’s breath stinks.

[on the phone] Hello, Auntie! It’s Herbie-werbie! Kissy, kissy, hug, hug, hug! Oh, it’s you, Mrs. Higginbotham, you sad old fart! Go and get my auntie. What do you mean “no”? You’re still her servant, aren’t you? Do as you’re bloody told!

I tried out the foot massager Libby bought me for Christmas. It’s bloody lovely.

Mr. Cartman is getting my dander up. He’s asking for a bunch of fives.

Did Scott really punch Eric in the face?

Give me a kissy-wissy. [his husky licks him]

Alexa, play Rubber Soul by The Beatles. [no response] Alexa, play Rubber Soul by The Beatles! [still no response] Ah, bugger it, I’ll put the CD on.

Alright, alright! I’ll do it myself! Gawd blimey! 🙄

Oh, cobblers! 🙄😠

I have 6 ticklish spots. Libby found all of them.

I want to marry Libby now! I can’t wait any longer!

I wonder what misery guts is doing for Christmas.

I’m taking Libby ice skating.

Taking Libby out for a special birthday lunch.

Happy birthday, my darling. I love you.

[dances with Libby at the party]

Someone very special is having a birthday tomorrow!

Christmas sausage.

A phantom! 😳

Hello, all!

What is Stan’s problem? That was a very rude welcome!

I don’t seem to have any undergarments.

I’m going up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire. Nighty night!

I stand by what I said to PC Pillockface. I’m not apologising to him.

Libby is my wife-to-be.

Did I do good? Have I pleased you?

I don’t like punk rockers! I don’t like them!

Estella is here?

I’m ordering a Chinese takeaway. Crispy duck.

Bloody drive belt!

I’ve burnt the beef and potatoes.