Liane: It started about four days ago, Doctor, and every day he seems to get worse.
Cartman: Pussy! Cock! Shit!
Liane: Oh dear... I was checking out the Internet and ih, it almost seems like his symptoms are like those in something called "Tour, Tourette's Syndrome"?
Cartman: Tourette's Syndrome? What is that, Mommy? Butthole! Titties! Balls!
Doctor: That doesn't seem likely. Tourette's is a hereditary disease; it doesn't just suddenly start.
Cartman: (pause) Cocksucker!
Doctor: On the other hand, Tourette's does often develop later in a child's life, getting progressively worse.
Cartman: Oh wuh, well that's it! Shithead! Asshole! Mexican sticky balls!
Liane: Oh Doctor, can you help him?
Doctor: We don't know very much about Tourette's I'm afraid. But we will give your son all the help we can.
Cartman: But what about school, Doctor? The teachers and the principal, they won't understand that I can't control what I say.
Doctor: Don't worry, young man. We'll make sure everyone understands your disease and gives you the compassion you deserve.
Cartman: Ohohh, that's awesome. Thank you. (pause, points finger at doctor) Faggot!