Scott Tenorman: Alright, guess we should taste each other's chili, huh?
Cartman: Huh, this chili is pretty good. Here's mine.
Scott Tenorman: Umm, I don't know, your chili is good Cartman. But I think mine is better, try it.
Cartman: Alright. Hey this is great.
Scott Tenorman: It's a special recipe.
Cartman: Gosh, this is really good, Scott.
Scott Tenorman: I'm glad you liked it so much, because now that you're almost finished, I have something to tell you.
Cartman: What? You mean how you put pubes in your chili, Scott? I switched it with Chef's. It's delicious Chef. I hadn't planned on that. What I did plan on however, that my friends Stan and Kyle would betray me and warn you that the Chili Con Carnival was a trap. I assumed that they would tell you that I had trained Dinkin's pony to bite off your wiener. What they didn't tell you is that Dinkins is a crazy redneck who shoots trespassers on sight. Knowing that you would go and try to do something to the pony, I warned Mr. Dinkins that violent pony killers were in the area. I also knew you wouldn't go yourself for fear of having your wiener bitten off. You would most likely send your parents and I'm afraid when Mr. Dinkins spotted them on his property, he shot and killed both your parents.
Dinkins: Well, they were trespassing and I was protecting myself. I have my rights.
Scott Tenorman: My mom and dad are dead?
Cartman: I came just in time to see Mr. Dinkins giving his report to Mr. Barbrady, and of course to steal the bodies. After a night with the hacksaw, I was all ready to put on my Chili Con Carnival so that I can tell you personally about your parents demise. And of course, feed you your chili. Do you like it? Do you like it Scott? I call it Mr. and Mrs. Tenorman chili.
Scott Tenorman: Oh my God. Oh my God.
Cartman: Na, na, na, na, na. I made you eat your parents. Na, na, na, na, na.
Stan: Jesus Christ, dude.
Scott Tenorman: My mom and dad are dead now?
Cartman: Yeah, yeah, oh let me taste your tears Scott. Ummm, your tears are so yummy and sweet.
Kyle: Dude, think it might be best for us not to ever piss Cartman off again.
Stan: Good call.
Cartman: Oh, the tears of unfathomable sadness. Yummy, yummy guys.