South Park, Season 1

Kyle:
Vi-visitors, this morning you took my brother, Ike. He's the little freckled kid that looks like a football. At first, I was happy you took him away. But I've learned something today. That having a little brother... i-is a pretty special thing.

Stan:
Yeah.

Kyle:
Ah, heck, Mr. Visitors, I'm just a kid all alone in this crazy world, but if you could find it in your hearts or whatever you have, to give my brother back to me, it sure would make my life brighter again.

Stan:
That was beautiful, dude.

Kyle:
Did it work?

Stan:
No, they're leaving.

Kyle:
[Absolutely livid] Hey, you scrawny-ass sh**heads, what the f**k is wrong with you?! You must be some kind of f***ing assholes to be able to ignore a crying child!

Stan:
Whoa, dude!

Kyle:
You know what you f**kers like?! You like to f**k! And s***! And F**k! And F**k! AND F**K!!

Stan:
Hey, Wendy, what's a f**k? [She shrugs.]