South Park, Season 19

Whistlin' Willy:
Welcome to Whistlin' Willy's. Y'all enjoying this pizza?

Male Food Critic:
Look here, my good man, we've been waiting over 15 minutes for you to sing Happy Birthday to our son!

Female Food Critic:
Unfortunately for you, we are both restaurant critics, and so is our son!

Boy Food Critic:
(gets an angry face) One-star!

Diner Guy:
Excuse me! Emergency! [Whistlin' Willy rushes over to see what's up] Over here! Emergency! I would like a table. Inside the area with all the little plastic balls please, and make it snappy I am a food critic for Yelp.

Whistlin' Willy:
(finally seems to snap as he gets enraged) THAT DOES IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH! All you Yelp reviewers, get the hell out of here! I don't care what happens to my business, I ain't kissing yo' asses no more! [moves the male food critic from the table to the double doors on his chair and throws him against the doors] Go on! Every Yelper get the FUCK out of here!!

Dennis:
Careful now, Bill. You don't want a one-star review.

Whistlin' Willy:
(comes to him) YOU'RE NOT A FOOD CRITIC, DENNIS, YOU'RE A FUCKIN' MECHANIC! NOW, GET THE FUCK OUT!!! GO ON!! ALL YOU YELPING SONS OF BITCHES, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! (Yelpers begin to stream out of the Whistlin' Willy's Restaurant]

Male Food Critic:
You're gonna regret this, Whistlin' Willy. You can't treat Yelpers this way.

Whistlin' Willy:
You get the f-- GET THE FUCK OUT!!! [kicks the male food critic in the ass for emphasis as the critic goes out the door. He slams the door shut. Gerald shows up a few seconds later.]

Gerald:
Well, good for you.

Whistlin' Willy:
You too, son of a bitch!

Gerald:
WHOA! HEY! (Whistlin' Willy kicks him out too and slams the door]