The guys are waiting for the ride. Suddenly, Kevin notices something about Wendy that Carrie doesn't like very much...
Music – That's the girl that I like (South Park)
KEVIN: That's the girl that I like…
CARRIE: Kevin, would you mind to…
KEVIN: Never seen before, but she gives me butterflies…
CARRIE: Kevin, we're waiting for...
KEVIN: It must be because she's a virgin final girl / I know I can be cool if I try.
CARRIE: You're holding up the line, YOU FUCKING JOCK!
And then they hear Wendy screaming and crying.
JASON: Hey, Wendy, what's going on?
WENDY: We must stay away from that coaster! There's gonna be an accident! We're all gonna die! I saw it!
LEWIS: Please, some just shut that bitch up!
KEVIN: You're a really piece of shit, Lewis! Fuck you!
LEWIS: Fuck moi? No, fuck you!
They start a fit that involves also Wendy, Jason, Erin and Ian.
IAN: You see? You made Erin's nose bleed, you fucking dumbass!
LEWIS: It wouldn't have changed very much. You are emos.
ERIN: We're GOTH!
LEWIS: Whatever.
They all leave the roller coaster.
Music – A Lonely Jew on Christmas (South Park)
IAN: It's hard to be a Goth at high school / My friends don't let me join at any group / And I can't sing in school rock bands / Or find glory on football field / Or present a science project 'cause there's something wrong with me / My people don't believe in life or beauty or joy or stuff / I'm a Goth / A lonely Goth / At high school...
ERIN: Maybe we're wrong, but are we so wrong? / 'Cause I don't thing the others were so right / And instead of list'ning pop I have to listen Manson's song / Instead of Silent Night I'm singing Do You Think I'm So Strong? / And what's the fucking deal with all the fucking jock, tell me please / I'm a Goth...
IAN: Two lonely Goths...
ERIN: We'd be merry...
IAN: But we're rejects...
BOTH: At high school...
(A/N: Erin's song referes to "How Strong Do You Think I Am?", sung by Alexz Johnson.)
Suddenly, they hear a crash: the falling coasters have crushed Jason and Carrie.
WENDY: Oh, my God! They killed Jason!
KEVIN: You bastard!
The following day, at the last lesson of the year.
MR. EUGENE DIX: Let's start with a physics question. What's the constant in potential energy formula? Yes, Cheeks?
FRANKIE: Boltzmann's constant?
EUGENE: Nice shot, now I'd like an answer from a student with a structured brain. Come on, don't be shy.
IAN: I think I know the answer, Mr. Dix.
Kevin mocks his voice.
IAN: Shut up, jock!
KEVIN: Hey, don't call me jock, you fucking Goth!
EUGENE: Kevin, did you just say the "F" word?
KEVIN: "Goth"?
IAN: No, he's talking about "fuck". You cannot say "fuck" in this fucking school, you fucking jock.
EUGENE: Ian!
WENDY: Why the fuck not?
EUGENE: Wendy!
ERIN: Wendy, you too said fuck!
EUGENE: Erin!
LEWIS: Fuck, fuck, fuck.
EUGENE: Lewis!
KEVIN: What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody. Yesterday we must have said more than one million times "fuck" and...
EUGENE: How would you like to see the school therapist?
KEVIN: How would you like to ride my balls?
EUGENE: What did you say?
KEVIN: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, what I said was... (With a megaphone) HOW – WOULD – YOU – LIKE – TO – RIDE – MY – BALLS – MR. – DIX?
Silence.
ERIN: Holy shit, dude.