Clyde:Who Does She Think She Is? That Girl Has Tangled With The Wrong Man. No One Says 'No' To Clyde!
Kenny:Darn Right!
Clyde:Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly Humiliated. Why, It's More Than I Can Bear.
Kenny:More Beer?
Clyde:What For? Nothing Helps. I'm Disgraced.
Kenny:Who, You? Never. Clyde, You've Got To Pull Yourself Together.
Token:Help! Someone Help Me!
Bridon:Token?
Token:Please! Please, I Need Your Help! He's Got Her Locked In The Dungeon.
Kenny:Who?
Token:Wendy. We Must Go. Not A Minute To Lose!
Clyde:Whoa! Slow Down, Token. Who's Got Wendy Locked In The Dungeon?
Token:A Beast! A Horrible, Monstrous Beast!
Thad:Is It A Big Beast?
Token:Huge!
Bradley:With A Long, Ugly Snout?
Token:Hideously Ugly!
Dougie:And Sharp, Cruel Fangs?
Token:Yes, Yes. Will You Help Me?
Clyde:All Right, Old Man. We'll Help You Out.
Thad:Crazy Old Token. He's Always Good For A Laugh!
Clyde:Crazy Old Token, Hmm? Crazy Old Token. Hmm?
Token:Will No One Help Me?
Wendy:Who Is It?
Liane:Mrs. Potts, Dear. I Thought You Might Like A Spot Of Tea.
Wendy:But You...Ah...But...I--
Sharon:Oof. Careful!
Wendy:This Is Impossible--
Sharon:I Know It Is, But Here We Are!
Eric:Told Ya She Was Pretty, Mama, Didn't I?
Liane:All Right, Now, Eric. That'll Do.
Slowly, Now. Don't Spill! Thank You.
Eric:Wanna See Me Do A Trick?
Liane:Eric!
Eric:Oops. Sorry.
Liane:That Was A Very Brave Thing You Did, My Dear.
Sharon:We All Think So.
Wendy:But I've Lost My Father, My Dreams, Everything.
Liane:Cheer Up, Child. It'll Turn Out All Right In The End. You'll See. Oops! Look At Me, Jabbering On, When There's A Supper To Get On The Table. Eric!
Eric:Bye!
Sharon:Well Now, What Shall We Dress You In For Dinner? Let's See What I've Got In My Drawers. Oh! How Embarassing. Here We Are. Ah! There, You'll Look Ravishing In This One!
Wendy:That's Very Kind Of You, But I'm Not Going To Dinner.
Sharon:Oh, But You Must!
Butters:Ahem, Ahem, Ahem. Dinner...Is Served.
Craig:What's Taking So Long? I Told Her To Come Down. Why Isn't She Here Yet?
Liane:Oh, Try To Be Patient, Sir. The Girl Has Lost Her Father And Her Freedom All In One Day.
Kyle:Uh, Master. Have You Thought That, Perhaps, This Girl Could Be The One To Break The Spell?
Craig:Of Course I Have. I'm Not A Fool.
Kyle:Good. You Fall In Love With Her, She Falls In Love With You, And---Poof!---The Spell Is Broken! We'll Be Human Again By Midnight!
Liane:Oh, It's Not That Easy, Kyle. These Things Take Time.
Craig:It's No Use. She's So Beautiful, And I'm So...Well, Look At Me!
Liane:Oh, You Must Help Her To See Past All That.
Craig:I Don't Know How.
Liane:Well, You Can Start By Making Yourself More Presentable.
Straighten Up, Try To Act Like A Gentleman.
Kyle:Ah Yes, When She Comes In, Give Her A Dashing, Debonair Smile. Come, Come. Show Me The Smile.
Liane:But Don't Frighten The Poor Girl.
Kyle:Impress Her With Your Rapier Wit.
Liane:But Be Gentle.
Kyle:Shower Her With Compliments.
Liane:But Be Sincere.
Kyle:And Above All...
Both:You Must Control Your Temper!
Kyle:Here She Is!
Butters:Uh, Good Evening.
Craig:Well, Where Is She?
Butters:Who? Oh! The Girl. Yes, The, Ah, Girl. Well, Actually, She's In The Process Of, Ah, Um, Circumstances Being What They Are, Ah...She's Not Coming.
Craig:WHAT!!!!!!!
Butters:Your Grace! Your Eminence! Let's Not Be Hasty!
Craig:I Thought I Told You To Come Down To Dinner!
Wendy:I'm Not Hungry.
Craig:You'll Come Out Or I'll...I'll Break Down The Door!
Kyle:Master, I Could Be Wrong, But That May Not Be The Best Way To Win The Girl's Affections.
Butters:Please! Attempt To Be A Gentleman.
Craig:But She Is Being So...Difficult!
Liane:Gently, Gently.
Craig:Will You Come Down To Dinner?
Wendy:No.
Butters:Suave. Genteel.
Craig:It Would Give Me Great Pleasure If You Would Join Me For Dinner.
Butters:Ahem, Ahem, We Say 'Please'.
Craig:Please.
Wendy:No, Thank You.
Craig:You Can't Stay In There Forever!
Wendy:Yes I Can!
Craig:Fine! Then Go Ahead And Starve!!! If She Doesn't Eat With Me, Then She Doesn't Eat At All!
Liane:That Didn't Go Very Well At All, Did It.
Butters:Kyle, Stand Watch At The Door And Inform Me At Once If There Is The Slightest Change.
Kyle:You Can Count On Me, Mon Captain.
Butters:Well, I Guess We Better Go Downstairs And Start Cleaning Up.
End Of Part 4
Kenny:Darn Right!
Clyde:Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly Humiliated. Why, It's More Than I Can Bear.
Kenny:More Beer?
Clyde:What For? Nothing Helps. I'm Disgraced.
Kenny:Who, You? Never. Clyde, You've Got To Pull Yourself Together.
Token:Help! Someone Help Me!
Bridon:Token?
Token:Please! Please, I Need Your Help! He's Got Her Locked In The Dungeon.
Kenny:Who?
Token:Wendy. We Must Go. Not A Minute To Lose!
Clyde:Whoa! Slow Down, Token. Who's Got Wendy Locked In The Dungeon?
Token:A Beast! A Horrible, Monstrous Beast!
Thad:Is It A Big Beast?
Token:Huge!
Bradley:With A Long, Ugly Snout?
Token:Hideously Ugly!
Dougie:And Sharp, Cruel Fangs?
Token:Yes, Yes. Will You Help Me?
Clyde:All Right, Old Man. We'll Help You Out.
Thad:Crazy Old Token. He's Always Good For A Laugh!
Clyde:Crazy Old Token, Hmm? Crazy Old Token. Hmm?
Token:Will No One Help Me?
Wendy:Who Is It?
Liane:Mrs. Potts, Dear. I Thought You Might Like A Spot Of Tea.
Wendy:But You...Ah...But...I--
Sharon:Oof. Careful!
Wendy:This Is Impossible--
Sharon:I Know It Is, But Here We Are!
Eric:Told Ya She Was Pretty, Mama, Didn't I?
Liane:All Right, Now, Eric. That'll Do.
Slowly, Now. Don't Spill! Thank You.
Eric:Wanna See Me Do A Trick?
Liane:Eric!
Eric:Oops. Sorry.
Liane:That Was A Very Brave Thing You Did, My Dear.
Sharon:We All Think So.
Wendy:But I've Lost My Father, My Dreams, Everything.
Liane:Cheer Up, Child. It'll Turn Out All Right In The End. You'll See. Oops! Look At Me, Jabbering On, When There's A Supper To Get On The Table. Eric!
Eric:Bye!
Sharon:Well Now, What Shall We Dress You In For Dinner? Let's See What I've Got In My Drawers. Oh! How Embarassing. Here We Are. Ah! There, You'll Look Ravishing In This One!
Wendy:That's Very Kind Of You, But I'm Not Going To Dinner.
Sharon:Oh, But You Must!
Butters:Ahem, Ahem, Ahem. Dinner...Is Served.
Craig:What's Taking So Long? I Told Her To Come Down. Why Isn't She Here Yet?
Liane:Oh, Try To Be Patient, Sir. The Girl Has Lost Her Father And Her Freedom All In One Day.
Kyle:Uh, Master. Have You Thought That, Perhaps, This Girl Could Be The One To Break The Spell?
Craig:Of Course I Have. I'm Not A Fool.
Kyle:Good. You Fall In Love With Her, She Falls In Love With You, And---Poof!---The Spell Is Broken! We'll Be Human Again By Midnight!
Liane:Oh, It's Not That Easy, Kyle. These Things Take Time.
Craig:It's No Use. She's So Beautiful, And I'm So...Well, Look At Me!
Liane:Oh, You Must Help Her To See Past All That.
Craig:I Don't Know How.
Liane:Well, You Can Start By Making Yourself More Presentable.
Straighten Up, Try To Act Like A Gentleman.
Kyle:Ah Yes, When She Comes In, Give Her A Dashing, Debonair Smile. Come, Come. Show Me The Smile.
Liane:But Don't Frighten The Poor Girl.
Kyle:Impress Her With Your Rapier Wit.
Liane:But Be Gentle.
Kyle:Shower Her With Compliments.
Liane:But Be Sincere.
Kyle:And Above All...
Both:You Must Control Your Temper!
Kyle:Here She Is!
Butters:Uh, Good Evening.
Craig:Well, Where Is She?
Butters:Who? Oh! The Girl. Yes, The, Ah, Girl. Well, Actually, She's In The Process Of, Ah, Um, Circumstances Being What They Are, Ah...She's Not Coming.
Craig:WHAT!!!!!!!
Butters:Your Grace! Your Eminence! Let's Not Be Hasty!
Craig:I Thought I Told You To Come Down To Dinner!
Wendy:I'm Not Hungry.
Craig:You'll Come Out Or I'll...I'll Break Down The Door!
Kyle:Master, I Could Be Wrong, But That May Not Be The Best Way To Win The Girl's Affections.
Butters:Please! Attempt To Be A Gentleman.
Craig:But She Is Being So...Difficult!
Liane:Gently, Gently.
Craig:Will You Come Down To Dinner?
Wendy:No.
Butters:Suave. Genteel.
Craig:It Would Give Me Great Pleasure If You Would Join Me For Dinner.
Butters:Ahem, Ahem, We Say 'Please'.
Craig:Please.
Wendy:No, Thank You.
Craig:You Can't Stay In There Forever!
Wendy:Yes I Can!
Craig:Fine! Then Go Ahead And Starve!!! If She Doesn't Eat With Me, Then She Doesn't Eat At All!
Liane:That Didn't Go Very Well At All, Did It.
Butters:Kyle, Stand Watch At The Door And Inform Me At Once If There Is The Slightest Change.
Kyle:You Can Count On Me, Mon Captain.
Butters:Well, I Guess We Better Go Downstairs And Start Cleaning Up.
End Of Part 4