South Park, Season 18

Blond:
They're just gonna let us starve to death?

Randy:
They don't care about us. face it! We're already dead to them.

Blond:
[makes up his mind] Well then, I guess I might as well eat! [walks towards the storage room]

Mr. Garrison:
There's nothing left, I told you!

Blond:
There's plenty of pizza dough.

Randy:
Are you crazy?!

Blond:
I'm crazy hungry! [takes a wad of dough and begins eating it] Oh... Oh... F**k it's so good. [Randy and Mr. Garrison wait for the other shoe to drop] I want more! It's, it's been so long! [gets more dough and eats voraciously]

Randy:
Oh my God, you... but... you're okay.

Blond:
You don't think it's a little ridiculous that wheat protein is toxic? This whole thing was a setup, man!

Mr. Garrison:
A setup? But by who?

Randy:
Oh my God, we... we have to get a hold of someone who and get the word out.

Blond:
Maybe Papa John can help us. If we can get a hold of them, then maybe we can-- [his penis quickly flies off and dies]

Randy:
Ng-oh. [snaps his fingers]