- Cartman: It's Christmas. We officially missed it. It's Christmas Day and I'm in Canada.
- Kyle: Yeah, but I got my brother back.
- Cartman: Yeah, you got your brother back but I didn't get any presents. And what did I tell you, Kyle? I told you if we didn't make it back in time for Christmas I was gonna whoop your ass, didn't I? Now you're gonna get it, motherfucker. That's it, you and me. Right now. We're having it out. Come on. Come on.
- [Kyle slaps Cartman]
- Cartman: WAAAAAAAH. WAAAAAAAAH. MOOOOOOM. MOOOOOOM.
- Mr. Garrison: Can we get rid of all the Mexicans?
- Mayor: Mr. Garrison, every Christmas you suggest we get rid of the Mexicans and every Christmas we tell you no.
- Mr. Garrison: Rats.
- City Wok Owner: We know you had a choice of airlines when you chose ****** Wok Airlines, and it looks like you made the wrong choice.
- [last lines]
- Stan: [at the end of the Christmas episode, on a parade in Canada] Oh, well, maybe we'll have a special Christmas adventure next year...
- Kyle: We need to go to Canada, as soon as possible.
- City Wok Owner: [mock Chinese accent] Ooh, Canada, okay, that's pretty far. Gonna cost you a rot of money. Ret's see... How many people?
- Kyle: Four.
- City Wok Owner: Four people, Canada, cost a rot of money. Gonna be about 6,500 dorrar.
- Kyle: How about 50 dorrar?
- City Wok Owner: Fity dorrar? You fly to Canada cost you at-reast 3,000 dorrar.
- Kyle: 55 dorra.
- City Wok Owner: Hey, stop wasting my time with 55 dorrar. No way I take my plane to Canada for less than a thousand dorrar!
- Kyle: Okay... Sixty dorrar.
- City Wok Owner: Sixty two dorrar.
- Kyle: Okay.
- City Wok Owner: Okay, meet me Park County Air field, yellow sesnut, tail number 432-G.
- [Hangs up phone]
- City Wok Owner: Hee hee. Never try to barter with a Chinese man.
- Prime Minister: I am the Prime Minister of Canada
- [as he says this, Stan pulls the curtain back and Saddam Hussein appears behind it, cramped behind a console]
- Prime Minister: I can do whatever I-
- [notices his cover is blown]
- Prime Minister: Uh oh. Uh, don't mind that guy hiding in the spider hole, he's just my friend.
- Kyle: [the other members of the group gather in, as well as other people nearby] What the hell?
- Rick: Hey, that looks like Saddam Hussein!
- Saddam Hussein: Saddam Hussein? Naw, relax, buddah. I'm not him.