GREGORY: Mole, I do have quite a fascination with your odd jobs, however, is it really worth the trouble of forcing us from Stan’s warm abode and walking through the treacherous Colorado winters?
ZE MOLE: I did not force you. As much as you pretend to be a leader, you are no-zing but a mere follower, a rat.
ZE MOLE:I promiz you my formidable ally, zis will be well worth sullying your “precious” attire and chilling your sensitive beech skin.
KENNY: English please.
ZE MOLE: Zere is cool shit zat we’re going to steal.
DAMIEN: Pip, you know we can go back home now, that would be a fun thing to do.
PIP: Do you suddenly have a fear of seeing dead bodies?
DAMIEN: N-not at all
DAMIEN: I just think it’s wrong.
ZE MOLE: I know it is wrong, but zis beech was loaded! Buried wiz so much jewelry, it is not like she will miss it in ze afterlife.
DAMIEN: This is why you’re going to hell.
ZE MOLE: Zis is what does me in, not ze fact zat I fucking hate God, and will do every zing in my power to take him down.
ZE MOLE: But ze mere fact zat I am robbing graves.
GREGORY: Are we not all going to be forced into eternal damnation? We are afterall hanging out with the very son of the Prince of Darkness.
DAMIEN: I hate you and everything you stand for.
KENNY: You know he’s right.
DAMIEN: You too. Hate you.
PIP: We are living our best lives.
KENNY: heh, living.
DAMIEN: Thin ice McCormick.
ZE MOLE: Shut up! We are here.
GREGORY: Uhuh, my dear Christophe, do you know which grave you wanted to,,,
ZE MOLE: Of course, I do, it was ze one zat said-
KENNY: Said what dude?
ZE MOLE: uh, I
ZE MOLE: I can’t read English.
PIP: You’re a dumb French disaster.
ZE MOLE: Shush! I know which one it is. It’s one of ze fresh ones.
DAMIEN: Are we just gonna take a wild guess then? There are several fresh graves. People die in South Park every day.
ZE MOLE: I guess so. Ze one over zere looks familiar, I zink it’s zat one.
PIP: Oh dear, this is not a proper grave.
DAMIEN: Are there two bodies?
KENNY: nice
GREGORY: You people are strangely calm about this.
KENNY: It’s South Park.
DAMIEN: Hey Mole. This looks familiar huh?
PIP: Do you want to explain?
ZE MOLE: Never mind zat. I am just going to make a mental note not to touch zis grave again.
GREGORY: Like your mental notes had helped you before.
ZE MOLE: Shush!
ZE MOLE: On to ze next grave!
DAMIEN: Nope.
ZE MOLE: What do you mean “nope?”
PIP: It’s a school night, and it’s already 3am
ZE MOLE: Why ze fuck do you care about school? You are dead!
DAMIEN: We’ll see you assholes in the morning.
KENNY: I should probably go back to Stan’s place.
GREGORY: I can still be of assistance!
ZE MOLE: Forget it, your teeny arms could not help in any way.
GREGORY: I will have you know that my arms are quite capable of lifting a silly little casket lid. I led a resistance! Do you not remember that? Oh wait, you were too busy crying over guard dogs.
ZE MOLE: I died, you dipsheet. But I know zat you were cast aside, and Stan took over your leader position.
GREGORY: I-
ZE MOLE: Didn’t you lose your girl because of zat too?
GREGORY: Okay, I get it! Let’s just go home then?
ZE MOLE: I am considering sleeping here. Much better zan returning to my God loving bitch of a mother.
GREGORY: You can always stay at my place.
ZE MOLE: Actually, I zink my mother will get suspicious if I stay out any longer.
GREGORY: Would you care if I accompany you on your way home?
ZE MOLE: You know full well that I am more zan capable of going home on my own.
GREGORY: Are you sure you would not mind the company?
ZE MOLE: Oh, believe me, mercenaries do very well alone.
GREGORY: -sigh- I will see you tomorrow then?
ZE MOLE: If God, ze fucking pussy doesn’t smite me, zen yes.
