[discovering that her boobs are plotting evil things]
Bebe: [screaming] Mom! They're conspiring!
Cartman: [patting his toy dog] Hello, Precious! Yes, that's a good Precious!
[lowers down a bucket with lotion in it to a doll at the bottom of a well]
Cartman: Now, it takes the lotion from the basket.
Cartman: [impersonating the dolls voice] Oh, please, Mister. Please let me out of here!
Cartman: It puts the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again! Bark! bark! bark! Yes, that's a good Precious. Now, it puts the lotion back in the basket.
Cartman: [impersonating the dolls voice] Please, Mister, Let me out!
Cartman: It puts the lotion back in the basket!
Cartman: [impersonating the dolls voice] I miss my mom, Mister. I wanna' see my mommy!
Cartman: Put the lotion in the fucking basket!
Liane Cartman: Sweetie.
Cartman: Yes Mom?
Liane Cartman: You have to get ready for school.
Cartman: [thinks a bit, then looks up] ... No, our teacher's dead. Remember?
Liane Cartman: Yes, but they said two weeks off was enough, and they want everyone back.
Cartman: Two weeks isn't enough. I'm not over our teacher's tragic death. I'm still sh-shooken up.
Liane Cartman: You'll get over it, honey.
Cartman: But I wanna plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy.
Eric Cartman: [after Bebe gets boobs] That's fine. That's *fine*! Fuck you Stan, and fuck you Kyle!
[walks off-screen, then returns]
Eric Cartman: Fuck you, Tweek!
[leaves again, returns]
Eric Cartman: Bebe, you're still cool.
Bebe: Mom, what's six times eight?
Bebe's Mom: Sweetie, those are two entirely different numbers.
[Wendy consults with a plastic surgeon about getting breast implants after seeing how Bebe's growing chest has made her popular]
Mrs. Testaburger: But she's 8!
Dr. Hallas: Yes, well, not too young to feel flat and therefore not pretty.
Wendy Testaburger: That's what *I* said!
Dr. Hallas: However, young lady, I'm afraid breast implants are not for everyone. I'll need to carefully assess your physical and mental condition to see if augmentation is truly the best way for you to go.
Wendy Testaburger: I have $3,000. Cash.
Dr. Hallas: You pass, let's do this thing!
Crashlanded Astronaut: [the gang have been reduced to Neanderthals by Bebe] My God! It's the future! They blew it all up! I can't live in this World!
[Blows his brains out]