“Kyle: [speaking to aliens] V-Visitors? This morning you took my brother, Ike. [sad, dramatic music begins playing] He's a little freckled kid that looks like a football. At first, I was happy you took him away, but I've learned something today: That having a little brother is a pretty special thing. Aw, heck, Mr. Visitors, I'm just a kid all alone in this crazy world, but if you could find it in your hearts or whatever you have to give my brother back to me...it sure would make my life brighter again. [turns back to aliens]

Stan: That was beautiful, dude.

Kyle: Did it work?

Stan: No. They're leaving.

Kyle: Hey, you scrawny-eyed shit! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You must be some kind of fucking asshole to be able to ignore a crying child!

Stan: Whoa, dude!

Kyle: You know what you fuckers like?! You like to beep and beep and beep and beep and beep and beep!

Stan: Hey, Wendy, what's a fuck?”