S11E08 Le Petit Tourette

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gonna have myself a time
<i>Friendly faces everywhere
humble folks without temptation
<i>I'm goin out to south park
gonna leave my woes behind
<i>Ample parking day or night
people spouting howdy neighbor
<i>I'm heading out to south park
to see if i cant unwind
<i>I like girls with big fat titties
really big fat titties
<i>So come on out to south park
and meet some friends of mine
<i>Episode 11x08
"Le Petit Tourette"
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The Black Jackal. Karate Kick Panel Force
and bendable neck-
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Ma'am, is that your son over there?
- Yes, I'm sorry. My son has Tourette's Syndrome.
Tourette's Syndrome?
- It's a neurological disorder.
He can't control what he says.
Oh...
Shit! Dumb shit!
All right Mom-
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Dude, that mom is kewl.
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Are you talking to me?!
- No. Cocknose!
What's your problem, kid?!
- Oh, I'm sorry.
My... son Thomas has Tourette's Syndrome.
- What?
Mom, let's just go. Shit!
People with Tourette's can't control
certain tics. It's it's like a sneeze.
Asshole, asshole!
Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me there's an
illness that makes you blurt out obscenities?
Mom, can we just go home, please?
- It's okay, Thomas. They understand.
I want tuh go!
Shitfag!
Poor kid.
- Yeah.
All right, hold on just a second here.
Are you telling me that if you have
this Tourette's Syndrome
you can say whatever you want,
all the time and never get in trouble?
It's a neurological disorder; he can't help it.
- Yeah.
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<i>I've got an golden twinkle in my eye.
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It started about four days ago, doctor
and every day he seems to get worse.
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I was checking out the Internet and...
it almost seems like his symptoms are
like those in something called Tour...
Tourette's Syndrome?
- Tourette's Syndrome? What is that, Mommy.
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- That doesn't seem likely.
Tourette's is a hereditary disease,
it doesn't just suddenly start.
Cocksucker!
On the other hand, Tourette's does
often develop later in a child's life...
getting progressively worse.
Oh, well that's it! Shithead!
Asshole! Mexican sticky balls!
Oh Doctor, can you help him?
We don't know very much
about Tourette's I'm afraid.
But we will give your son all the help we can.
- But what about school, Doctor?
The teachers and the principal, they won't
understand that I can't control what I say.
Don't worry, young man. We'll make
sure everyone understands your disease...
and gives you the compassion you deserve.
- Oh, that's awesome. Thank you. Faggot!
Shit! Butthole!
Hey Wendy.
Dumb bitch! Uh, sorry.
Titties! Cock!
Ginger retard! Asslicker dickface!
Dude, you'd better watch it.
The principal's right over there.
Good morning, Principal Victoria. Shitballs!
- Good morning, Eric.
Did Cartman just say Shitballs to the principal?
- You didn't hear?
Well Cartman has some, mental disease
called Tourette's Syndrome or something.
What?
- He's the luckiest kid in the world.
If I could say Shitballs to the principal
I'd be so happy.
Excuse me, excuse me everyone, I guess
you might have noticed my awkward tics.
Asshole! Pussy asshole!
I just want you to know that
I can't control it.
It's okay, Eric. We all understand
and we think you're very brave.
He's faking.
Excuse me everyone, I need to have a moment
alone with my good friend Kyle? Asscheeks!
Kyle, apparently you missed the school
assembly yesterday...
but I've been diagnosed with
a very serious mental condition.
You do not have Tourette's Syndrome, fatass!
Okay, you figured me out. Bravo, Kyle, bravo.
Don't you see how awesome this is?
It's like, a magic cloak that makes
me impervious to getting in trouble.
Who cares about saying whatever you-?
Of course, if you want to
be Sergeant Buzzkill once again...
and spoil my fun because you're jealous
you didn't think of it first...
well go right ahead, Kyle.
- Whatever.
Good morning, Mr. Mackey. Asspussy!
If I could say Asspussy to the counselor
I would be so happy.
Okay, so what do we get when
we multiply a negative number-?
Dicktits!
When we multiply a negative number
by another negative-?
Shit! Asshole!
Excuse me.
If we apply what we've just learned,
we see that all negatives can-
Spooge balls bloody vaginal belch.
You guys, don't laugh. It makes
me feel insecure about my illness.
All right kids, let's just try to focus
on learning, okay?
Now all you need to remember here
is that negative numbers-
Tampon! Tampon dickshit!
- Will you knock it off already?!
Kyle, don't you think I wish I could?
I'd give anything to be normal like you.
Kike.
- Don't push me, asshole!
Kyle, watch your language!
If I could yell Tampon dickshit
in the classroom I'd be so happy.
Principal Victoria, it's just that Eric
has become such a distraction...
I don't think I can teach my class anymore.
I understand it's been difficult,
Mrs. Garrison and so...
Mr. Donaldson has come from the Tourette's
Tolerance and Understanding Foundation.
Hello Mrs. Garrison-
Ass. Ass.
I want to help your class better
understand this illness. Piss!
No! Up yours, fatboy!
- Kyle please! I'm sorry!
Principal Victoria,
there's something you need to know!
Cartman's Tourette's isn't real! He's faking!
Faking?
You think people with Tourette's are faking?!
- No, I'm just saying that I think-
Do you have any idea how horrible
that is to say? Ass! Ass!
We aren't faking, young man. Trust me,
nobody wants this illness, ass. Piss! Piss!
That's right, Kyle.
Crap-filled vagina!
This is the kind of intolerance you teach
at this school, Principal Victoria?!
No.
Then if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take
this bully to see that Tourette's is very real.
Piss.
Kids, today during therapy class
we have a special visitor. Ass.
I wanted him to meet all of you so
he could try to understand Tourette's.
Tourette's is like a cough or a sneeze.
It isn't contagious like some people think.
A lot of people with Tourette's have
different tics. My tic...
is that I have to bend my neck
and snap her fingers.
But a lot of people don't even notice it.
Aw shit! Cock!
Sometimes it can be embarrassing
to have Tourette's, but I...
I've learned I shouldn't be mad at myself.
You see? These kids can't control
their actions. Ass! Piss in the ass!
Look, I was just suggesting that maybe this
one person could control what he said...
but just didn't, for fun.
Fun? This really isn't all that fun.
Aw shit!
Piss, coming from my ass!
You wanna know about fun? Going to public places
knowing you're going to make a fool of yourself.
Embarrass your parents.
Aw shit!
My dad finally couldn't take it anymore.
He divorced my mom, said he'd still be around,
but I only see him at Christmastime now.
Shit! Shit!
The worst part is I know how lonely my mom is.
A lot of times I know she'd be better off
if I was dead.
Dude...
Your mom would not be better off
if you were dead, Thomas.
Even if people like Kyle here think so.
- Aw, come on!
So then you apologize for what you said before?
- I was just trying to...
just in one instance...
No. No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Well, Mr. and Ms. Broflovski,
I think your son has learned a lot...
and he appears to be honestly remorseful
for making fun of people with disabilities.
Piss. Piss.
Our son is a good kid. He just didn't
understand Tourette's was a real disease.
Well, I think the only thing left now is for
your son to apologize to his little classmate.
Well Kyle?
I'm sorry.
Oh, what was that?
I couldn't quite make that out, Kyle.
I'm sorry.
You're starry?
I don't get what you mean by that, Kyle.
You're starry because I...
I said I'm sorry, you piece of...
Oh, no, don't worry about it, Kyle.
Now I understand.
I've learned to deal with intolerance.
Dumbshit douchebag!
And it means a lot that you're standing here
apologizing with your dad and lovely mother.
Fat Jew! Jew bitch!
Oh, thank you Eric.
- Thank you. Big-nosed kike!
Well I thnk we can all put this behind us now.
Piss out my ass!
Yeah. Piss out your ass right onto
Kyle's mom's fat fucking Jew face!
Oh goodness, excuse me.
Jeez, that was a bad one.
Well, gotta run, everybody.
Got some big things in the works.
Isn't having Tourette's awesome?
Next week on Dateline NBC:
it's a Dateline special report.
I'm Chris Hansen. You probably
know me from To Catch A Predator...
where we bust men looking for sex with children.
Go ahead and take a seat.
Take a seat right over there.
Oh God, Whoa no.
What are you doin' here?
- I'm just' bein' stupid, I guess.
But now we're switching our focus
from pedophiles to Tourette's syndrome.
It all started when I received this touchng
letter from a brave little boy in Colorado.
Dear Mr. Hansen, I have Tourettes and I want
the world to understand what it's like.
Won't you do a special report on me...
so that the world can learn
to accept us instead of laugh?
Donkey boner!
This Saturday on Dateline
I'll be bringing you Eric's story...
live and uncensored,
from his home in Colorado.
Livingn with Tourette's: The Eric Cartman Story.
This Saturday on Dateline NBC.
Finally, my wish of going public
with my illness can come true.
Goddamn Jews! Suck my ass barf!
Hello, Kyle. Dickhead!
What's this about you going
on live television on Saturday?!
Yes. It's all finally come to fruition.
The final cog in my master plan.
This Saturday I will go on national tv, live.
I will say horrible things on the air.
Disspeakable things.
And people will call me brave.
Cartman, there are people in the world
who really have Tourette's Syndrome.
This isn't funny!
Not funny? I have free rein
to say anything I want
and you get into trouble if you try
and stop me. Care for a Scotch?
Scotch?
- Kyle I've won! No matter how you look at it!
I've managed not only to get away with
saying whatever I want at school
on the bus, at the dinner table.
But this Saturday I will actually say
anything I want on national television.
I'm going to blast the Jews, Kyle.
I'm going to call them every name in the book
and people wlll call it brilliant television.
They'll probably give me an Emmy.
You are not going to go on national television
and spew a bunch of hate speech about Jewish
people! I won't let you do it, Cartman!
Then the game is on, Kyle.
It's not a game, you derelict!
And this isn't Scotch! It's apple juice!
Do you have any idea how liberating it is
to say whatever comes to mind?
Big titties! Buttmumch!
There's no walls anymore! Shit!
Whatever enters my brain I can just
say without thinking about it.
I wet my bed last night.
What did you say?
- Nothing...
You aren't gonna get away with this
you stupid asshole!
That was weird.
We are here today to congratulate
a brave little boy.
Tonight, Eric Cartman will go on television...
and become the spokesman
for Tourette's Syndrome.
Piss out my ass!
The spokesman for Tourette's? Oh no.
Cock!
Thanks, everybody. Suck my balls!
You've all been so understanding
and supportive of my illness.
Jews bomber dick sneeze.
And it is because of you...
that I have the courage to go on national
television tonight. Titty sprinkles.
If I could say Titty sprinkles on national
television I would be so happy.
And I also just want to say
that I'm making this all up!
I'm making this all up to you,
for putting up with my mental disorder.
I cry at night because I don't have a dad.
What the hell is going on?
It's okay, Eric.
We understand your illness, m'kay?
What I meant to say was Asslicker cumballs.
And I'm secretly in love with Patty Nelson.
I fantasize about kissing Patty Nelson!
Excuse me, I need a toilet!
Bathroom! Bathroom!
Hey, Eric!
Butters, do you think it's possible that you
can lose the ability to filter what you say?
I mean, if somebody got used
to saying whatever came to their mind.
Could they start saying things that
they would normally never say?
Who are you talking about?
- My cousin.
My cousin one time my cousin
and I touched wieners.
You... you and your cousin touched wieners?
I didn't say that, yes I did but why?
Oh! Stop it!
Excuse me! Excuse me, I gotta go!
I gotta run!
Is there a problem, sweetie?
- No, no problem.
I just need to- my cousin
and I touched each other's...
I just want to thank everyone for coming-
my cousin and I touched wiener-
We wiener we, weenter!
Winter is a cold time of year.
Ah, I need to be going now.
Well all right Eric.
Well good luck on Dateline tonight.
Dateline. Right.
I wet my b-
I touched my cousin's wee...
This sure has been fun! Goodbye!
Tonight, an inside look at Tourette's Syndrome.
I'm Chris Hansen.
I'm Chris Hansen.
- Mr. Hansen? I'm afraid I can't do the show.
Why not?
- My grandma just died.
So I have to go to Memphis.
That's not true. My grandma's fine.
Why don't you have a seat?
- No, I just need to get home.
I'm not doin' the show.
- Go ahead and take a seat.
But I'm not gonna do the-
- Take a seat, right over there.
What are you doing here?
I'm telling you that I'm not doing the show?
- But you are doing the show.
You don't understand! All of a sudden,
I can't control what I say.
Well of course you can't coontrol
what you say. You have Tourette's.
No! My Tourette's has gotten worse!
Before I just blurted out cool stuff
about Jews being lame and stuff.
But now it's gotten really bad. So I'm sorry,
but I'm not doing the show, that's it.
Goodbye.
Why don't you take a seat?
- No, I don't wanna take a seat!
Have a seat.
- No, I'm just gonna go-
Take a seat, right over there.
How does he do that?
You know, one time, I was doing
a show called 'To Catch A Predator. '
We almost caught this pedophile, but then he ran
from us because he didn't wanna be on Dateline.
Se we tracked him down to his hoouuse.
And you know what he did?
He shot himself.
It'd be a shame if you didn't wanna
go on Dateline.
Be a shame if we had to track you down
and you 'shot yourself. '
Live, from our satellite studio in Colorado.
This is Dateline.
Tonight, an inside look at Tourette's Syndrome.
I'm Chris Hansen.
In a few minutes,
you will meet little Eric Cartman.
Who wants the world to understand
his affliction.
Five minutes, kid.
- Jesus Christ. How did I get myself into this?
God? Please, I know I screwed up.
I should have never pretended to have
Tourette's Syndrome, but see, I get it now.
You can't just walk around saying
whatever you want.
You gave us a filter because,
people don't wanna hear things like...
I touched penises with my cousin!
And I learned, you especially can't say
whatever you want on national televison...
because there could be kids watching.
Please, God, don't make me embarrass
myself on national television.
You must see how this is all somewhat
your fault, right?
Please, I need a miracle.
Tango, this is Foxtrot. Are you in position?
Copy Foxtrot. Tango in position. Aw shit!
You sure you don't wanna back out?
- No, you were right. The fat kid is faking it!
If he goes on TV, more people will think
that having Tourette's is fun. Asshole shit!
All right, then we go with the plan.
Just like 'To Catch A Predator. '
The first guy is here.
This is probably HotForBoys219.
Hi, are you CuteBilly182?
- Yeah. I was chatting with you online. Shit!
Oh God, I'm so turned on right now. This is your
house? Your, your parents aren't home, are they?
No, it's cool. Go on inside.
I made brownies. Shit!
I'm just gonna slip into something
more comfortable. Cock!
Okay. Cock! Don't take too long.
So now let's meet a child who has
Tourette's Syndrooome, and who must fi-
Whoa, wait a minute. This ain't no house.
- What are you doing?!
Chris Hansen?!
Oh no, it's a setup! I knew it!
Sir, why don't you take a seat,
right over there.
Now everyone's gonna know I'm a perv!
Aw, not again.
Kyle?
- Surprise, fatass!
Kyle, what are you doing?
- I went online posing as a boy...
who would have sex with older men and told
them to meet me here. My plan worked perfectly!
Hey, I brought you some Wendy's.
- Yeah, go on in. There's a hot tub inside.
Stupid Shit!
- Score!
Oh no, it's Chris Hansen!
Who is that? What's going on?
- What the hell is going on?!
Wait a minute. Oh God, it's Chris Hansen!
Chris Hansen!
- Dateline?!
I knew it!
- There aren't really brownies!
Hey! Do you have something to do
with this? Answer me!
Stupid shit! Cock!
What?! Nobody talks to me like that!
Why don't you take a seat?
Take a seat, right over there.
- Suck it! Asshole licker dickfart!
I'll, I'll tell on you!
Wow, you're the coolest kid in the world.
If I could call Chris Hansen an asshole-licking
dickfart to his face, I would be so happy.
You would?
- Could I just like...
hang out with you sometime?
Like, do your laundry maybe?
Take a look, fatass! I beat you!
You aren't going on Dateline,
what have you got to say now?!
Oh thank you! Thank you Kyle!
What?
- I asked God to send someone to help me.
And you came, Kyle!
I love you man!
No, I beat you!
- You totally saved my ass, Kyle.
You must really care about me. See you Kyle!
I gotta get to a psychiatrist
and learn to control what I say!
<i>I got a golden ticket! Thanks to Kyle!
I got a golden twinkle in my eye!
Aw, shit!
<i>To all the fags that place this sub on
their website and remove the first line.
<i>Have the decency to not take
credit for someone else his work.
Asshole-licking dickfarts!