South Park, Season 7

City Wok. Mr. Tuong is sitting in an empty restaurant

Mr. Tuong{talking to himself}:
Stupid Christmas. No one eat Chinese food.

Phone rings

Mr. Tuong:
Oh boy, some business! Picks up phone Hello, Shitty Wok, wanna try our shitty pork?

Broflovski residence. Kyle called

Kyle:
Sorry, I must have called the wrong number. I was looking for City Airlines.

Mr. Tuong:
Oh right. One moment please. I will put you through.

Mr. Tuong puts on pilot's cap and flips over sign. City Wok now reads City Airlines

Mr. Tuong:
Herro, Shitty Airlines!

Kyle:
We need to go to Canada. As soon as possible.

Mr. Tuong:
Ooh, Canada. Okay. That's pretty far. Gonna cost a Lotta money. Let's see. How many people?

Kyle:
Four.

Mr. Tuong:
Okay. [under his breath] Four people...Canada...cost a Lotta money... [normal] It's gonna be about, uh, 6,500 dollars!

Kyle:
How 'bout 50 dollars?

Mr. Tuong:
Fifty dollars?! You fry to Canada! Cost at least three thousand dollars!

Kyle:
55 dollars.

Mr. Tuong:
Hey stop wasting my time with fifty five dollars. No way I take my plane to Canada for ress than 1,000 dollars!

Kyle:
Okay. 60 dollars.

Mr. Tuong:
62 dollars.

Kyle:
Okay.

Mr. Tuong:
Okay, meet me Park County Airfield, Yellow Sesnut, Tair Number 432-G.

Kyle:
Got it. [Both hang up phone]

Mr. Tuong:
[slight pause] He he he. Never try to barter with a Chinese man!