Butters: [comes back from spying on his father] I'm back, Ma!
Mrs. Stotch: Oh, hi, sweetid. Did you get to follow your dad around?
Butters: I sure did. Dad sure had a nice night out
Mrs. Stotch: Well, did you see what he got me for our anniversary?
Butters: Well, first, he went to see a movie.
Mrs. Stotch: A movie? Huh... I wonder why he'd want to see a movie all by himself.
Butters: I don't know, but it wasn't the movie theater at the mall. No, it was that really old theater downtown, uh, Studcat. I didn't even know it was open.
Mrs. Stotch: [upon hearing this, gets a bad feeling] Wait a minute. What was the movie called?
Butters: Fisting Fireman 9. I've never seen 1 through 8.
Mrs. Stotch: [goes shocked hearing this] Oh, my God!
Butters: Well, it must have been a real short movie, though, because dad came out, like, ten minutes later. It must have been a sad film too because he had a bunch of tissue paper with him when he came out. Poor old dad, the movie really got to him.
Mrs. Stotch: Butters, where did daddy go after the movie?
Butters: To the gym.
Mrs. Stotch: [somewhat relieved] To the gym...
Butters: Yeah, the White Swallow Spa.
Mrs. Stotch: [goes shocked even more] AH!
Butters: Yep, he went in there and wrestled with all kinds of guys. He wasn't too good, though. This one black guy had him pinned down for fifteen minutes straight.
Mrs. Stotch: [about to lose it] Butters, are you sure about this? You have to be absolutely sure!
Butters: [smiles] Inspector Butters gets all the facts. I even got some neato pictures!
[Butters shows his mom the pictures, she sees one of her husband enter the gay theater, another where he enters the gay bathhouse, and another where another guy has a gay intercourse with him, Mrs. Stotch is totally shocked]
Butters: The only thing i can't figure out is why dad told you he was going out shopping for your present when he was going out seeing movies and wrestling.
[Mrs. Stotch faints]
Butters: Whoa, did you have a nice 'trip', Ma? See you next 'fall'! Ha, ha, ha! Uh, mom?
