Butters Stotch, you were getting a girl's phone number. Yesterday, you kissed a bunch of 'em, and now you were getting one's phone number, and it was for dancin', not for some emergency phone tree or bake sale or nothin' like that. It was for dancin' the tango, the dance of love, or was that a different one? Either way, he almost felt his knees going weak.

He fumbled a little for his own phone, too. "H-here," he said, all but shoving it toward her. "Y-you can put yours in mine, too!"

A girl's number. In his phone.

The South Park boys were not gonna believe this.

He couldn't wait to show Stan!