(Stan, Kyle, and Kenny are sleeping)
Cartman: All that treasure. It's all mine-so long as these greedy assholes don't find out about it. You would all just love to get your hands on my treasure, wouldn't you? Even though I found it, you'd love to think it's somehow yours, too. God, I hate you guys. (he starts crawling toward Kyle) Especially you, you money-grubbing snake in the grass. (Cartman is now inches from Kyle's face, and he starts to whisper) Well, I've got news for you, Kyle. You're never going to get my treasure. I've got a little plan going to get the treasure out of here without you ever knowing.
(Kyle wakes up, they are still face-to-face)
Cartman: Oh, hey, Kyle. How's it going?
Kyle: Dude, what are you doing?
Cartman: Not much. You know, just hanging out. How you been, man? Good?
Kyle: Dude, get away from me.
Cartman: Yeah. Nice talking with you, Kyle. See you around.