Kyle Broflovski: Hey, fat-ass, how's prison?
Eric Cartman: Well, it sucks balls, what do you think?
Stan Marsh: Cartman, why the hell did you have to commit a hate crime? We're gonna lose to girls because of you!
Kyle Broflovski: Yeah, so you gotta bust out of here.
[whispering]
Kyle Broflovski: So, we made you this cake. There's an ail-nay ile-fay inside of it.
Eric Cartman: A what?
Kyle Broflovski: An ail-nay ile-fay.
Eric Cartman: What's that?
Kyle Broflovski: Listen, aggot-fay! An ail-nay ile-fay so you can eak-bray out of ison-pray!
Stan Marsh: Yeah, you stupid umbass-day!
Eric Cartman: I'd love to eat a cake, you guys, but they don't let us take anything back to the cells from here.
Kyle Broflovski: They on't-day? Why the ell-hay ot-nay? It ook-tay our-fay ours-hay to ake-bay this oddamn-gay ake-cay and now we're otally-tay ewed-scray!
Stan Marsh: [confused] ... yeah.