Lovejoy: I know one of you is responsible for this.

Lovejoy: I know one of you is responsible for this. So repeat after
me: If I withhold the truth, may I go straight to Hell where I
will eat nought but burning hot coals and drink naught but
burning hot cola --
[all the kids recite in unison]
Ralph: [scared] ...where fiery demons will punch me in the back,
Bart: [bored] ...where my soul will be chopped into confetti and be
strewn upon a parade of murderers and single mothers,
Milhouse: ...where my tongue will be torn out by ravenous birds.
[a crow outside looks right at him an squawks]
Bart did it! That Bart right there!
Bart: [angry] Milhouse!
Lovejoy: Milhouse, you did the right thing. Bart, come with me for
punishment. [goes back for Milhouse] You too, snitchy.
-- Lovejoy the inquisitor, "Bart Sells His Soul"