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it has been my dream to have one million dollars.
OOOoOoOOOoOoOoOo! Cartman
God, she didn't take this long to die.
All right, all right. I'll let two more people in each day,
I have to let in two more people a day to cover those expenses.
He was the most upright and honourable of men,
just to prove a point to Satan?
Daddy! Daddy! Can we ride the rockets?
- That's my money! - There's also the lawsuit
- Congratulations on your success! - Just give me my money back!
Dude, just forget about it. We can't let him get to us, or he wins.
Especially you, Stan and Kyle.
Hey, one park admission. That'll be $29.95, sir.
I'm so happy. I'm so mother fucking happy
he thinks he's gonna be happy because he has his own amusement park.
- Oh, help! That hurt. - What the hell?
What the hell are you doing, fat ass?
And I think we should point out that this technique
but don't plan on getting past the parking lot, 'cause remember...
Excuse me, son, I'm an investment broker.
A million dollars?
I'm so pissed off!
The rest of you will just have to try another day.
Look at it. Look at it, Mother.
Good riddance, you stupid park! You can all kiss my ass!
But I don't have any cash. I spent everything on this park.
For you, Eric, I leave, from my life savings,
Hello, Kyle! How's the haemorrhoid today?