You know what Stuart? I like you. You're not like the other people here
  in the trailer park. Oh no, don't get me wrong, they're fine people, good
  Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe watch a little Mork and
  Mindy on channel 57. Maybe kick back a cool Coors 16-ouncer. They're
  good fine people, Stuart. But they don't know what the queers are doing
  to the soil.
    You know that Johnny Werzner kid - the kid who delivers papers in the
  neighborhood? He's a fine kid. Some of the neighbors say he smokes
  crack, but I don't believe it. Anyway, for his 10th birthday, all he
  wanted was a burrow owl, just like his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow
  owl. I'll never ask for anything else as long as I live". So the guy
  breaks down and buys him a burrow owl. Anyway at 10:30 the other night I
  go out into my yard and there's the Werzner kid looking up in the tree. I
  said, "What are you looking for?" He said, "I'm looking for my burrow
  owl." I say, "Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick! Everybody knows that a
  burrow owl lives in a hole in the ground! Why the hell do you think they
  call it a burrow owl, anyway?!" Now Stuart, do you think a kid like that
  is gonna know what the queers are doing to the soil?
    I first became aware of this, about 10 years ago, the summer my oldest boy
  Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival that comes to town every year?
  Well this year it came with a ride called the Mixer. The man said "Keep
  your head and arms inside the mixer at all times." But Bill Jr., he was a
  daredevil, just like his old man. He was leaning out saying, "Hey
  everybody! Look at me, look at me!" POW! He was decapitated. They found
  his head over by the snowcone concession. A few days after that, I open
  up the mail and there's a pamphlet in there, from Pueblo, Colorado. And
  it's addressed to Bill Jr. And it's entitled, "Do you know what the
  queers are doing to our soil?"
    Now Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large U.S. city with a big
  underground homosexual population - Des Moines, Iowa, perfect example.
  Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart. You can't build on it, you
  can't grow anything in it. The government says it's due to poor farming.
  But I know what's really going on, Stuart. I know it's the queers.
  They're in it with the aliens. They're building landing strips for gay
  Martians. I swear to God.
    You know what Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other people, here
  in the trailer park.