All language subtitles for South Park Season 6 Episode 14 The Death Camp of Tolerance

I'm goin' down to South Park,
gonna have myself a time.

Friendly faces everywhere.

Humble folks
without temptation.

Goin' down to South Park,
gonna leave my woes behind.

Ample parking day or night.

People spouting,
"Howdy, neighbor!"

Heading on up to South Park,
gonna see if I can't unwind.

Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy.

Timmy, Timmy,
liv-a-la, Timmy!

Come on down to South Park
and meet some friends of mine.

You wanted to see me,
Principal Victoria?

Yes, Mr. Garrison.
Have a seat.

Mr. Garrison, some time ago,
you asked to be promoted

from teaching kindergarten
back to the third grade.

I'm aware of that.

I want to come clean with you
and tell you that back then,

some of us were uncomfortable
with your sexual preferences.

It was wrong of us,
and I want to make it up to you.

That's really great to hear.

As you know, the position
of fourth-grade teacher

has become available, and we'd
like to offer you the job.

Oh, for real?
You're not kidding?

We in administration see now
that you are an individual

with your own preferences,
and we respect that.

Oh, this is all just...
It's a dream come true!

Thank you, Principal Victoria.
I'll do a great job.

I know you will.

You're sure this for real?

I mean, I'm not gonna
just get fired again

for being gay tomorrow?

It's for real, Mr. Garrison.

Oh, great.

With all the new laws,

we could never fire you
for being gay now.

You'd be able to sue us
for millions of dollars.

Right.
I...

W-What was that?

Well, I was just saying that the
policies have really changed.

If we fired you
for acting gay next time,

you'd be able to sue the school
district for lots of money.

Oh, right. Right. Right.
I...

How... How much money exactly?

Oh, well, there was the case
out in Minnesota

where the guy was awarded
$25 million, I think.

Y-You don't say.

Well, thanks,
uh, Principal Victoria.

Holy moly!

I've got to find a way
to get fired for being gay!

M'kay, kids, I know the past
few weeks have been really hard,

with the death of your teacher,
Ms. Choksondik.

But the principal
has finally hired a teacher

to take her place.

So I want you all to give
your best behavior

to your new fourth-grade
teacher, Mr. Garrison.

Not him!

Thank you, Mr. Mackey.

Uh, good luck, m'kay?

Okay, children.

Now, for those of you who are
new, my name is Mr. Garrison.

Where's Mr. Hat, sir?

Well, I was informed
that fourth graders

are a little too old
for Mr. Hat.

Two-year-olds are too old
for Mr. Hat.

But it's okay, because I've
found a new teacher's assistant.

Say hello to Mr. Slave.

Hi, kids.

So, that's Mr. Slave,
the teacher's assistant.

Or, as I like to write
for short, the teacher's ass.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Okay, Mr. Slave.
Go sit until I need you.

Dude, I think that Mr. Slave guy
might be a... Pakistani.

I'm not saying the rest of the
school year is going to be easy.

In fact, it's going to be long
and hard...

Really long and really hard.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

The first thing
we're gonna be learning about

is Communist Russia.

No. Kenny.
What are you doing, Kenny?

Now, Stalin was a big silly
when it came to...

Kenny, no!
Don't do it, Kenny!

Eric, did you just throw
a paper airplane?

No!
It was Kenny!

Very funny, Eric.
Kenny's dead!

But Cartman drank
Kenny's remains,

and Kenny's soul is trapped
in Cartman's body.

- Yeah!
- That does it!

I will not put up
with foolishness in my class!

It's time for punishment.

Take it, Mr. Slave!

Oh, it hurts!

I will not put up
with tomfoolery

in my classroom, children!

Mr. Slave, put this rubber ball
in your mouth.

Take that, slave! Take it!

Oh, God!

This should get me fired
for sure.

I really enjoyed the imagery

in the last chapter
of this month's book.

Yes, and I really saw
the entire book, thematically,

as a take on corporate America.

I think, in the fourth chapter,
when, uh, Nancy Drew discovers

the bloody glove
in the cheerleader's locker,

well, that was just
a brilliantly written passage.

- So full of metaphor!
- Hey, guys, can we talk to you?

- Oh, hi, boys.
- How was school?

- Uh, not cool.
- That's great.

We're having our
Book-of-The-Month Club meeting,

so why don't you boys go outside
and play?

Was it me, or did you all think
Nancy Drew solved

the riddle of Elephant Mountain
a little too easily?

- Oh, yes. Absolutely.
- Oh, yeah.

No, no.
He said not cool.

We got our new teacher today.

It's Mr. Garrison,
our old third-grade teacher.

Well, he has this new
teacher's assistant,

and... and they're both...
totally gay.

Kyle, you know better

than to discriminate
against homosexuals!

Yeah, but these guys
are really super gay.

I'm surprised at you, Stanley.

I really thought you knew how to
accept people for who they were.

But, Dad...
No "buts," Stanley.

We're not raising our kids
to be discriminators.

That's right.

I think it's time you kids took
a little trip

to the Museum of Tolerance.

Welcome to the Museum
of Tolerance.

Here, we try to educate you

on the dynamics of racism
and prejudice in America.

Now, did you know that words
we use can show intolerance?

Let's begin our tour with a walk
through our Tunnel of Prejudice

to show you
what it can feel like

to be discriminated against.

Queer!

Beaner!

Chink!

Nigger!

Heeb!

Faggot!

- Cracker!
- Slope!

- Oh man, this is awesome!
- Jap!

Now you know how it feels.

I want to ride again!
I want to ride again!

We are now entering
the Hall of Stereotypes.

These wax figures represent
how some intolerant people

have labeled minorities.

Here we see a black person
eating chicken and watermelon...

A stereotype that hurts
the African-American community.

What other stereotypes
do you see here?

Here's the Arab as a terrorist.

That's right,
but of course we know

that not all Arabs
are terrorists, don't we, kids?

Well, there's an Asian man
with a calculator.

That's right.

Not all stereotypes
are negative.

But even a positive one, like
"all Asians are good at math"

is harmful to society.

Look!
A covetous Jew!

Very good, young man.

The idea that Jews
are only interested in money

is very old indeed.

Here's a good one.

It's the stereotypical
sleepy Mexican.

W-What?
Oh, man. What time is it?

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought
you were a wax sculpture.

No, man.
I'm the janitor.

I'm supposed to be cleaning,
but I'm so tired.

Oh, I'm so sleepy.

This is our Discovery Wing.

Take your time
at the computer displays,

because, you see,
being tolerant,

you must also learn to respect
people who are small,

people who are disabled,

even people who are overweight,
like this young man here.

Hey!

You other boys have probably
called this young man names

like "tubby" or "lard butt"
or "fat tits."

- Fat tits... That's a good one.
- Yeah. I have to remember that.

But you must learn
to be tolerant

of his differences as well.

If he chooses to eat fatty
foods, that's his life choice.

I'm not fat.

I have a different life choice.

And we won't belittle you

for eating lots of cookies
and cakes and pies.

Dude, tolerance kicks ass!

That's our Cartman.

Well, that's the end
of our tour.

Now do you see why tolerance
is so important, boys?

I guess.

We have to accept people
for who they are

and what they like to do.

Hey!
What the hell are you doing?!

Oh, I was just, uh...

There is no smoking
in the museum!

But I'm not in the museum.

Get out of here,
you filthy smoker!

Yeah, dirty lungs!

Go ahead and kill yourself,
stupid tar breath!

- Dumbass!
- Get out of here!

Well, have a great day,
everybody.

Now you boys can go and give
your teacher and assistant

the respect they deserve, right?

Yeah.

Okay, children.
Let's take our seats.

Apparently, none of you tried to
get me fired yesterday,

so I guess we're just gonna have
to go on and learn more today.

Now, who can tell me
what happens to water

when we heat it up
in the Bunsen burner?

- It evaporates.
- Good, Butters.

Now, if we take the glass tube
of the Bunsen burner,

we can also see
how other things react.

Evaporation
is an exothermic reaction,

so now let's look at
an endothermic one.

Mr. Slave, position 7, please.

Now, I'm gonna put the glass
tube into Mr. Slave's tight ass.

The heat from Mr. Slave's ass

will act as our new conductor
of energy.

Okay.

Now, Butters, could you bring
over Lemmiwinks for me, please?

Sure.

Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

Newton was the first to discover

that for every action,
there is a reaction.

Thank you, Butters.

What do you think
is gonna happen

when I introduce
the element of the gerbil

to the endothermic heat
of Mr. Slave's ass?

Well, let's see.

Jesus... Jesus Christ!

Lemmiwinks!
No!

- Hello, there, children!
- Hey, Chef!

- How is it going?
- Bad.

Why bad?

Chef, we're intolerant.

- Intolerant of who?
- Gays, I guess.

Now, why do you want to
go be intolerant

of gay people, children?

I thought you knew better.

We didn't think we were, but Mr.
Garrison has this new assistant,

and we're really uncomfortable
around them.

Children, a lot of times

the reason people get
uncomfortable around gay people

is that they have some issues
themselves.

You have to ask yourself,
"What is it about their behavior

that for some reason
makes me uncomfortable?"

Well, I guess it's mostly

the way Mr. Garrison stuck
a gerbil up Mr. Slave's ass.

Right. And, you see, children,
that's why you need to...

What?!

Are we homophobes now?

We don't want to be gay bashers,
Chef.

Children,
there's a big difference

between gay people
and Mr. Garrison.

- Do you understand that?
- No.

You children
just take your lunches.

I'm gonna have a talk
with the principal.

I'll take three lunches today,
please.

You don't need three lunches,
Eric.

- You're fat enough as it is.
- It is my life choice, Chef.

And if you don't tolerate it,
I'll report you to the FCC.

That was a brilliant idea,

having me put a gerbil
up your ass, Mr. Slave.

Now we'll get fired for sure!

Well, it wasn't the first
small animal I've put up my ass.

Mr. Garrison
to the principal's office.

That's it!

They're gonna fire me
for being gay!

$25 million, here we come.

Don't forget... I get half.

Jesus Christ.

Lemmiwinks, you must find
your way out of this place,

or you will surely die.

This way has been closed off
by the great sphincter.

To escape,
you must journey upward

through the dark reaches of the
intestine and past the stomach.

Who am I?
Just a friend.

Heed my words, Lemmiwinks.
Your time is running out.

Make for the large intestine.
All will be made clear then.

A great adventure
is waiting for you ahead.

Hurry onward, Lemmiwinks.

Or you will soon be dead.

The journey before you may be
long and filled with woe.

But you must escape
the gay man's ass.

So your tale can be told.

Lemmiwinks, Lemmiwinks.

Lemmiwinks, Lemmiwinks

Da, da, da, da-da-da

Da-da-da, da, da, da, da.

You wanted to see me,
Principal Victoria?

Oh, yes.
Uh, Mr. Garrison, have a seat.

Oh, dear.
Sounds like I'm getting fired.

Doo-doo-doo-doo,
da-doo-doo-doo-doo

Mr. Garrison, Chef has
brought it to my attention

that some of the students
are a bit... uncomfortable

about certain aspects
of your teaching methods.

Oh, no!
You're firing me?

Oh, well.
I can't stop being who I am.

I can't help
the way God made me.

Guess I just have to go.

No, no, no.
We're not firing you.

You're not?

No. We're sending Chef
to a tolerance seminar.

Sending Chef
to a tolerance seminar?!

You got to be fucking crazy!

You've demonstrated
a lack of tolerance

for Mr. Garrison's behavior.

In fact, I believe you used
the words "sick queer"

to describe his conduct
in class.

He is a sick queer!

Yeah!

I just wanted to give you
an opportunity

to apologize to Mr. Garrison
before I sent you away, Chef.

Kiss my black ass!

Parents,
I had to call you in here

because your boys have refused
to attend class

with their homosexual teachers,
m'kay?

We're not staying another minute
with those queermos.

Well, I really thought
you boys learned something

in the Museum of Tolerance,
but apparently all you learned

was new words
to call your poor teachers.

But they killed Lemmiwinks!

Shut your mouth, Butters!
You'll speak when spoken to!

Yes, sir.

Mr. Mackey, we've done
everything we can

to raise compassionate children.

We don't know
where else to turn!

Well, there is an intensive
seminar camp.

It's a bit severe, but it might
be the only way, m'kay?

That sounds good to me.

- Me too.
- Then it's settled.

Boys, you're going
to tolerance camp.

Tolerance camp?

Welcome to tolerance camp.

You are here because you would
not accept people's differences.

Because you refused to accept
the life choices

of your fellow man.

Well, those days are now over.

Here, you will work,
every hour of every day,

until you submit
to being tolerant of everybody.

Here, intolerance...
will not be tolerated.

God damn it!

How'd it go?

This is unbelievable, Mr. Slave!

It seems no matter what I do,
I can't get fired!

- The principal didn't fire you?
- No!

The parents felt so bad

that their kids didn't want to
attend my class anymore

that they want to give me
the Courageous Teacher Award

this Friday
at the Museum of Tolerance!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I mean, I stuck a gerbil
up your ass,

and they want to give me
a goddamn medal!

Well, it sounds to me

like the principal is just
hiding things from everybody.

What you need to do
is let the parents see

what kind of demented faggot
you are.

Oh, well...
Hey, that's right, Mr. Slave.

The parents have to see
for themselves.

The award ceremony!

We'll put on a show
they'll never forget!

Jesus Christ.

Lemmiwinks journeyed
a distance far and vast.

To find his way out
of the gay man's ass.

The road ahead is filled
with danger and fright.

But push onward, Lemmiwinks,
with all of your might.

Lemmiwinks!

You are coming to the entrance
of the small intestine.

There you must seek out
the Sparrow Prince.

The Sparrow Prince lies
somewhere way up ahead.

Don't look back, Lemmiwinks,
or you'll soon be dead.

Lemmiwinks, Lemmiwinks.

The time is growing late.

Slow down now
and seal your fate

I am the Sparrow Prince.

Long has my spirit been trapped
within this place.

Before you lies the maze
of the small intestine.

One path leads to the stomach,
the other to certain doom.

Take with you this helmet
and torch.

Let them be your guide.

Take the magic helmet torch
to help you light the way.

There's still a lot of ground
to cross inside the man so gay.

Ahead of you lies adventure.

And your strength
still lies within.

Freedom from the ass of doom
is the treasure you will win.

Today we will be using
the finger paints.

You will make a painting that
shows people of different races

and sexual orientations
getting along.

Finger-paint.

Finger-paint!

You will not make
any distinction

between people
of different color,

people with different
sexual preferences.

You will accept everyone!

What are you finger-painting?!

Uh, a bear?

Ein bear?!

Ein bear has nothing to do

with accepting people
of different races!

I-I didn't know
what else to paint!

Start over!

You will finger-paint
what we tell you.

Go!

Faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster!
Are you done?!

What is it?!
What have you done?!

People of all colors and creeds
holding hands beneath a rainbow!

Good!

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Now do it again!

Faster!

Faster.

There.

I've done it, Mr. Slave...

The perfect plan
to get us fired.

You finish your costume design
yet?

Almost. I just have to
get through with the...

Jesus Christ.

What's the matter?

Just a bit of an upset stomach,
I guess.

Well, here.
Take a Pepto pill.

I can't have my teacher's ass
under the weather.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Lemmiwinks came
to the stomach dark.

'Neath the depths of the lungs
and heart.

You chose your path wisely,
Lemmiwinks.

I am the Catatafish.

Catatafish
of the stomach's cove.

If you answer this riddle,
the esophagus will let you pass.

Catatafish's riddle
will soon be told.

Everything in order?

Yes, mein Fuhrer.

We are making the prisoners
make macaroni pictures

that illustrate diversity
in the workplace.

Excellent.

Kyle!

Kyle, you have to keep making
your macaroni pictures.

Can't...

glue... any... more.

The guards are coming, Kyle.
Glue. Glue, damn you!

Take this one away.
He is done for.

Butters?

N-No more... arts and crafts.

Oh, Jesus.
We have to get out of here.

Please don't tell them
we're hiding here!

We can't work any more.
We'll die.

What?!
What?!

Oh. Uh, nothing.
I was just getting back to work.

- What is in there?
- Nothing!

Get back to work.

Yes, sir.

Ew! Oh! Ew!

Hey, I was just kidding!

There's actually two girls
hiding down there!

Hey!

Tonight we are here to honor
an amazing fourth-grade teacher

with the Courageous Teacher
Award.

Herbert Garrison came out
about two years ago.

Since then,
he has faced adversity.

He has even faced ridicule
by some of the students.

Oh, Randy,
I'm so ashamed of our son.

It is my honor to present
the Courageous Teacher Award

to Herbert Garrison.

Dum-de-dum.

De-dum-de-de-dum.

De-dum-de-dum-de-de-dum.

Get along, little slave.

Oh, my God.

That's what our boys
were talking about?

Ding ding! Ding ding!

He is so courageous.

Say, Mr. Slave.

Yes, Mr. Garrison?

I had a dream last night
that you were a real dick.

Really?

Why would you dream
that I was being an asshole?

No, no.
I was the asshole.

Oh, that is so courageous.

What an amazing human being.

Uh, I-I'm very happy
to get this award.

But you know what makes me
even happier?

Sucking balls.

It isn't working.
Sing your song, Mr. Slave.

I've got a little...

Ooh!
Oh, Jesus Christ.

What's happening in there?

Hang on, Lemmiwinks!

You solved
the Catatafish's riddle!

Now your trials
are nearly through!

Oh, I should have never shoved
all those poor animals

up my ass!

Courageous.

So courageous!

God damn it!
Don't you people get it?!

I'm trying to get fired here!

Oh, that's courageous.

Look, this kind of behavior

should not be acceptable
from a teacher!

Yeah.
Jesus Christ.

But the museum tells us
to be tolerant.

Yes.
The museum.

The museum tells us.

Tolerant, but not stupid!

Look, just because you have to
tolerate something

doesn't mean you have to approve
of it.

If you had to like it, it'd be
called the Museum of Acceptance.

"Tolerate" means
you're just putting up with it.

You tolerate a crying child

sitting next to you
on the airplane

or you tolerate a bad cold.

It can still piss you off!

Jesus tap-dancing Christ!

He's right.

Our boys didn't hate
homosexuals.

They just hated the way
this asshole was acting.

We've got to get our boys back!

So now can I please get fired
and get my $25 million?

No. No.
I think I have a better idea.

We're sorry, boys.

Why didn't you tell us
your teachers were acting

so over the top?

Yes. You boys don't know
how much we've suffered.

Come on.
Let's go.

But this is insane!

I'm sorry, Mr. Garrison,

but it's obvious you aren't
tolerant of your own behavior.

What do we have here?
New recruits?

I assure you,

the next week will be nothing
but pain and suffering!

This could be kind of fun.

Lemmiwinks has made it out.

The tale is nearly through.

Great job, Lemmiwinks.

Thanks to you, we are all free.

But your adventures
are just beginning,

for you are no ordinary gerbil,
Lemmiwinks.

You are the Gerbil King.

All hail the Gerbil King!

Now that you're
the Gerbil King.

There's more adventures
to go on.

Fly away to faraway lands.

And to the setting sun.

There's still so many enemies
and battles yet to fight.

For Lemmiwinks the Gerbil King
to be told another night.

Lemmi... Lemmi... Lemmiwinks.

Lem... Lemmiwinks.

Lemmiwinks.

Lemmi... Lemmiwinks.

Lemmiwinks, Lemmiwinks.

Lemmiwinks, Lemmiwinks.

Gerbil King.

Jesus... Jesus Christ!