South Park (1997–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - Osama Bin Laden Has Farty Pants - full transcript

The boys come face to face with Osama Bin Laden after they are mistakenly shipped to Afghanistan.

Going down to South Park
Gonna have myself a time

Friendly faces everywhere
Humble folks without temptation

Going down to South Park
Gonna leave my woes behind

Ample parking day or night
People spouting, "Howdy, neighbour"

I'm heading on up to South Park
Gonna see if I can't unwind

West side.

Come on down to South Park
And meet some friends of mine

Remember when life used to be
simple and cool?

Not really.

- Hey, how's it going, fellas?
- Butters, what the hell are you doing?

Well, I'm just standing around
being a kid, why?



How come you're all wearing
those oogy spaceman masks?

These are gas masks, Butters!

Yeah, if you don't have a gas mask,
you're gonna get smallpox or anthrax!

What? Oh, Jesus!

I don't want to get the 'thrax, fellas!
What do I do?

There's nothing you can do,
except stop breathing!

- Stop breathing?
- Yeah.

You can't get it if you don't breathe.

Oh! All right, then!

Okay, next.

Next.

Let's see, Hotties! Juicy! Whoppers!
Okay, next!

What the hell are you doing with this?

Those are
my Hooty Owl round-tipped scissors.



These are a weapon.

Oh, come on.
How am I gonna kill people with those?

I'll think of a way! Now move along!

- God damn it.
- All right, next!

Okay, clear.

Oh, Jesus, man. They're gonna get me.
Oh, Christ.

They're gonna get me.

All right, class,
as some of you may have heard,

the President has asked
that American children all send $1

to the children of Afghanistan.

So I have a list of addresses,
and we're going to all chip in.

I'm not giving a dollar
to those towel-heads.

Eric, the Afghan people need our help.

Oh, I'm sorry, but I thought we were
at war with these assholes.

We're at war with terrorists, fat ass,
not with Afghanistan.

And the only reason you care is 'cause
you don't want to give up a dollar!

That dollar buys me
a chocolate milk for lunch!

What? Do you want me to just get
regular milk for ten cents?

Now, look, it isn't our fault
that terrorists hate us, we're just kids.

We aren't the ones bombing them now,
we're just kids.

There's a lot of crazy stuff going on
in the world,

but we're just caught in the middle.
It's not our fault.

The Afghan kids are caught
in the middle, too!

Yes, but they're sand monkeys.

All right, children, we are all sending
a dollar to the kids in Afghanistan.

That's it, end of discussion.

God damn it! I hate regular milk.

Another high alert status
for terrorist activity this weekend.

The government said
bad things are likely to happen.

Meanwhile, the world continues
to back down

from their support of the United States,

saying that they were
really only kidding to begin with.

Hey, Mom, doorbell's ringing.

Hey, Sharon,

maybe you should stop watching
the news for a little bit?

Sharon, you've been watching CNN
for about eight weeks now,

don't you want to watch
something else? Sharon?

Hey, look what the postman brought me!

It's a big, brown package
from Afghanistan.

That's nice.

We sent the Afghani kids some dollars,

they must have sent us something cool
in return.

Do we have some scissors
to cut this open?

Stanley, your mother's
a little freaked out right now.

Why don't you go play
with your big, brown package

- from Afghanistan outside?
- All right.

- Big, brown package from Afghanistan?
- Big, brown package from Afghanistan?

Dude, what's going on?

We got a package from the kids
we sent dollars to.

They sent us something back.

- Prelim shows negative, sir!
- Then we're gonna have to blow it!

Yes, sir!

This is it, man! It's over!

Tweek, calm down. Have some coffee.

Open!

It's just a goat.

Precious goat.

- Hey, there, little guy...
- Stay away from it!

Terrorists could have given that goat
anthrax or smallpox

before sending it over.

- Johnson!
- Sir!

- Check the goat for diseases.
- Yes, sir!

The goat seems to be clean, sir!

I told you. Those Afghan kids
just wanted to give us something back

for giving them four dollars.

Four dollars for a goat?
We got ripped off.

All right, men, this area is secure.
Let's head out!

Well, what are we supposed to do
with it?

You're gonna have to take it home
with you, Kyle.

Dude, my mom won't even let me have
a hamster!

- Kenny?
- No fucking way, dude.

My parents will never let me
keep a goat.

Well, I guess we're gonna have to kill it.

No, we're not going to kill it, Cartman.

We'll just have to take
the return address

and mail it back to the kids
in Afghanistan. Come on, goat.

They're closing!

Excuse me, we want to overnight
this goat to Afghanistan, please.

- Excuse me?
- It's an Afghanistan goat

so it can't stay here or else
it'll choke on the sweet air of freedom.

Afghanistan? I'm sorry, boys,
but our planes aren't flying there.

They're not?

The only planes going to Afghanistan
are the military planes over at the base.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, yeah! The military planes!

Come on, goat.
We'll put you on one of them.

Stan, I don't think we're supposed to be
in the military base.

- They might shoot us.
- I don't care, we're going.

Don't forget to bring a towel.

Oh, no, not Towelie.

When going someplace new,
you should always bring a towel.

- Okay, thanks, Towelie.
- You wanna get high?

No, we don't want to get high!

You mean, you don't want
Towelie around?

- That's right.
- So am I to understand

that there's been a Towelie ban?

God damn it!
Get the hell out of here, Towelie!

All right, see you.

All right, troops, we depart
for Afghanistan in five minutes.

Let's move out!

All right, come on. We just gotta get
the goat on one of these planes.

Isn't this exciting, Tony?
We're finally gonna see some action!

Yeah! And I hear that as soon
as we land we get a USO show!

We do!
Stevie Nicks is going to perform!

Oh, Stevie Nicks? I love her.

Okay, it's clear. Come on.

Hey, you!

What the hell do you think
you're doing here?

I'm sorry, Ms. Nicks.
Hey, guys, it's Stevie Nicks!

Oh, wow!

- Can I get a picture?
- Ms. Nicks? Over here, Ms. Nicks!

Oh, Ms. Nicks,
I don't want to bother you,

but could you sing
a quick Fleetwood Mac for us?

- Could you?
- Yeah! Oh, please!

- Come on, come on.
- That'd be great!

No way! That was great!

Oh, wait till I tell my sister about this,
she is gonna flip.

Well, we've got to get Ms. Nicks
on the plane to Afghanistan, guys.

- Oh, could we just get a...
- I'm sorry,

Ms. Nicks isn't answering
any more questions.

Oh, sure, we understand, move along!

- She looks great.
- She looks great.

Hey, let's put him on here.

There we go.
You're gonna be okay, goat.

You'll be back in Afghanistan
in about 20 hours.

Stan, if you're finished having
your tearful goodbye with the goat,

- we'd like to go now, please.
- All right.

All right. Tango clear, let's head out.

- Oh! Son of a bitch!
- Hey, wait! There's children in here!

Oh, shit, we're locked in.

Dude, it looks like
we're going to Afghanistan.

Going to Afghanistan?
Trapped in a small space for 20 hours?

How could things get any worse?

- Oh!
- Oh, you guys.

Welcome to Afghanistan, troops!

Get your gear ready
and report to the barracks at 0900!

Sir, yes, sir.

- Oh, God, it was horrible.
- Twenty hours!

God damn, it stinks like shit!

- What the hell?
- Cartman farted in there!

We had to breathe it in for 20 hours.

It didn't smell that bad,
you guys are overreacting.

I don't smell any... Oh, God!

- Oh, whatever.
- You son of a bitch, Cartman!

You don't fart when you're locked
in a small space with other people!

Oh, I'm sorry!
Next time I'll just ask my fart nicely

if it wouldn't mind staying tucked away
for a while.

All right, all right, let's just
get the goat back to his home.

We have to find this address.

God, what a crap hole, dude!
This is like East Denver. Jesus Christ!

Dude, no wonder terrorists come
from places like this.

- Lf I grew up here, I'd be pissed off, too.
- Hey, look, there's a taxi.

Hello. We need to go here.

God, what is this,
the freaking Flintstones?

- Is this the right house?
- I think so.

Hi. We're from America.

We sent you the dollar?
The four dollars? You sent us this goat.

Goat?

- Here, we don't want it.
- Oh, you want something else?

All we had was the goat.
Your country bombed everything else.

No, dude, we're not ungrateful, it's just,
none of us can keep the goat.

It was choking on the sweet air
of freedom in America,

so we brought it back
to your crappy country.

Oh, and here,
take this American flag as a gift.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

Yeah, they told us in school that
everyone but terrorists love America.

- What did you call us?
- Your country is the evil empire!

Your government wants
to rule the world,

but your values and your spirituality
are in the gutter!

- Then why did you send us a goat?
- Because in Afghanistan we have pride.

If you send us something,
we must send something in return.

It doesn't mean we don't still hate you.
Now get out of here.

Hey. Hey, open the door.

- I told you, Jawas have no hearts.
- Jawas?

You know, sand people.

How come they hate America so much?
What the hell did we do?

Well, we tried, dude.

If anyone else in this crap hole
hates Americans,

we better just leave the goat
and get back to the plane.

All right.

Oh, look, he's following us. It's so sad.

- God, I hate you so much, Stan.
- What?

Howdy.

Greetings from Canada.

Well, boys, it's about time we got back
to our house in Canada, isn't it?

Hey, what the hell
are you talking about?

I'm not a goddamn Canadian,
and neither are you.

Oh, Cartman, you stupid asshole.

- Good job, fat ass!
- Dude, don't call me a Canadian.

You've got to listen to me.
We're not spies.

Look, I think I can explain everything.

You see, my friend Stan here is
an over-sensitive animal lover.

He got a boner for this goat and...

Oh, crap, it's him!

Oh, dude, it's called deodorant, okay?
It's not expensive.

America...

And cut!

Dude, these people are insane.

As more and more cases of
terrorist-related AIDS continue to grow.

And this just in!

The Taliban has apparently taken
American civilians as hostages.

The Taliban has just released
this videotape,

in which it is clearly visible that they
have indeed captured Stevie Nicks.

Ms. Nicks appears to be in good spirits,
though her whereabouts are unknown.

Hey, Sharon. Have you seen Stan
in the last couple days?

- Yes, I just saw him.
- Oh, okay.

... with Stevie Nicks in captivity.

The other members of Fleetwood Mac
have been hidden

so the Taliban can't get to them as well.

- They took Stevie Nicks?
- Bastards! Heartless, gutless bastards!

All right, men!
Grab your guns and your Bibles!

- We are going to get Ms. Nicks back!
- Hooray!

The Taliban's video also shows
what appears to be

four American children in captivity,
though they could just be French.

We have to help them.

They are not spies.
They came to give us our goat back.

- Screw them! They're evil Americans!
- I know.

But if we don't help the innocent ones,

then we're no better
than the Americans are.

Help Americans?
That doesn't make sense!

Dude, we're speaking English right now,
does that make sense?

All right, let's go.

Oh, jihad, jihad!

America...

...America...

- Hey, what are you guys doing here?
- We've come to save you!

- But I thought you hate us.
- We do.

- Cartman, where are you going?
- I'm gonna go take care of this prick.

Cartman, he's crazy!

He's not crazy, he's an idiot.
I know how to deal with these people.

Jihad! Jihad!

What's up, Bin Laden?

5:30, time to pray!

Allah, Allah...

We will have to be quick,
the Americans are attacking!

- Where do we go?
- Get down!

You murdering Americans!

Hey, shut up, kid.
America didn't start this war.

America did start this war!
They started it years ago

when they put the military bases
on Muslim holy lands!

- Ramadan!
- Hey, look, an infidel.

So that's what this is all about.

...fatwa, open sesame!

Tastes like chicken.
The ass of a chicken.

Falafel kebab!

We're coming, Ms. Nicks! Hang on!

All right, I've had just about
enough of this!

They told us in school and on TV

that most people in Afghanistan
and Pakistan like America.

And you believe it?

It is not just the Taliban
that hates America.

Over a third of the world hates America!

But why?
Why does a third of the world hate us?

Because you don't realize
that a third of the world hates you.

That doesn't make sense!
You guys are just buttholes!

You're buttholes!

- You're buttholes!
- You're buttholes!

Oh, bella! Bella falafel! Mi amore!
Fatwa, fatwa!

Di vino! Mi fatwa! J'ai une fatwa!

Do you really think that your civilization
is better than ours?

You people play games
by killing animals and oppress women!

It's better than a civilization that
spends its time

watching millionaires walk down
the red carpet at the Emmys.

He's got us there, dude.

I got her. I've got Stevie Nicks.

There you are. Where have you been?

We have another anti-American video
to make!

Oh, the video...

Hurry. Get into wardrobe.
Oh, hurry up, will you hurry?

Oh, you look marvelous, darling!

Come on, the cameras are ready.

All right, there we go.

Let's roll cameras!
Oh, and here's your microphone.

America...

We've done it.
The Taliban is destroyed!

Wow, I guess Cartman really
did take care of him.

Terrorists is the craziest peoples!

I got him! I got him!

Well, looks like the Taliban
and Bin Laden are finally out of power.

- Yup, you don't need us any more.
- Hey, wait a minute.

You know,
you guys should know one thing.

Most people in America are
good people

who just try to live day by day
like you guys do.

Maybe if you took some time to see
all the great things about our country,

you'd see
we're not so different after all.

- Yeah.
- That's fine. But we still hate you.

Oh. Well, I guess, maybe someday,
we can learn to hate you, too.

Maybe in time.

I'm confused.

Great job, troops!
Once again we have killed our enemies!

The world is now safe, thanks to you.
And so now, as promised,

here is Fleetwood Mac
with Stevie Nicks.

Just like the one way bird sings a song
Sounds like she's singing

Baby, baby

Come on, let's go get to the plane.

Dude, I almost thought
those Afghani kids talked you

- into not liking America.
- No, dude.

America may have some problems,
but it's our home, our team.

And if you don't wanna root
for your team,

well, then you should get the hell
out of the stadium.

Yeah.

- Go, America.
- Go, America.

- Go, Broncos.
- Yeah, go, Broncos.

Yeah.