Butters: What are you guys talking about? Harley's are neat-o!
Butters: I always thought, someday when I grow up, I'm gonna get a Harley! Then people will have to notice me, and then they'll have to deal with my shit for once.
The open road! The wind on my face! I'll go from city to city [Makes motorcycle sounds] Everyone looking at me! Who's that guy. He must be tough. [More motorcycle sounds] I'll have my girl on the backseat holding on to my fat belly. Sure, she's missing a few teeth, but she thinks I'm cool. That's why, when I grow up, I'm gonna be a Harley rider.
Stan: That makes perfect sense, Butters.
Butters: It does?
Stan: Yes, now get outta here.
Butters: Okay. [Leaves]