Mingie: What the? Haha! You missed me, you stewpid buggers! You see that Gary? They can't even aim!
Gary: [softly] Min... [louder] Mingie.
Mingie: Gary, what's, what's wrong?
Gary: They got me, Mingie.
Mingie: No... Oh no!
Gary: Aye. They got me bad. Oh, the blood.
Mingie: Try to hang on, Gary!
Gary: Ih... It's gettin' dark, Minge.
Mingie: Oh Gary! What have I gotten ya into?
Gary: I've seen muh life flash before me eyes. Mingie!
Mingie: I'm 'ere, Gary!
Gary: Where... where are we, Mingie? Are we in Paris?
Mingie: Yeah. Yeah, we're in Paris, mate.
Gary: Ahhh... Is it as wonderful as I 'oped?
Mingie: Ih, it's beautiful. We've finally made it!
Gary: Tell me what you see, Mingie.
Mingie: [getting emotional] Well, there's the... Eiffel Tower right in front of us. The Louvre, right over there behind ya. And f-fresh baguettes all around.
Gary: Ahhh... I can smell them, Mingie. At least I got to see Paris before I- [and no more is heard from him]
Nice South Park reference, I wonder if this woman liked Thatcher. Even money she didn't.