French Canada

Cartman: Oh Jesus, eighteen hours. We're running out of time! 
Rick:  All right boys, prepare yourselves.
  We're about to enter... French Canada. 
Kyle:  French Canada?

French
Canadians: There'z no Canada like French Canada,
  it'z za bezt Canada in ze land.
  Ze ozer Canada is hardly Canada.
  If you lived here for a day, you'd understand.

Mime:  Honh honh honnnh! Welcome to French Canada. 
Hockey Player: We have everyzing your heart could desire.
  Trapezes. Trampolines. And lots and lots of cheese.

Artist:  Would you like a moustache? 
Rick:  Just stay calm, boys. French Canadians are a little... odd. 
Stan:  Ah, we're just passing through to see the new Prime Minister. 
Mime:  Well first you must answer that phone.
  Ring-ring. Ring-ring. 
Kyle:  We don't have time for this. 
Mime:  You cannot pass through French Canada unless you take zat phone call!
  Ring-ring. Ring-ring.
Kyle:  Hello? 
Mime:  Allo. If you are going to see za new Prime Minister,
  then I want to go with you. He has passed a new law
  forbidding us French Canadians to drink wine. 
Artist:  How can ze French not drink wine?? Travestie! 
Kyle:  Okay, you can come with us. 
Mime:  Honh honnnh! Very good! Let us make haste!
 
French
Canadians: There'z no Canada like French Canada, it'z za bezt Canada in ze land.
  And ze ozer Canada. 
Mime:  Is a [bad word] Canada 
French
Canadians: If you lived here for a day, you'd understand.
Mime:  I think you'd understand. ...You understand.