Bart: [sighs] I wasted five bucks on these.
Lisa: Where'd you get five bucks? I want five bucks.
Bart: Aw, I sold my soul to Milhouse?
Lisa: [incredulous] What? How could you _do_ that? Your soul is the
most valuable part of you.
Bart: You believe in that junk?
Lisa: Well, whether or not the soul is physically real, Bart, it's the
symbol of everything fine inside us.
Bart: [tsking sadly] Poor, gullible Lisa. I'll keep my crappy sponges,
thanks.
Lisa: Bart, your soul is the only part of you that lasts forever. For
five dollars, Milhouse could own you for a zillion years!
Bart: Well, if you think he got such a good deal, I'll sell you my
conscience for $4.50.
[Lisa starts to walk off]
I'll throw in my sense of decency too. It's a Bart sales event!
Everything about me must go!
-- Great selection and rock-bottom prices,
but where is the soul?, "Bart Sells His Soul"
Lisa: Where'd you get five bucks? I want five bucks.
Bart: Aw, I sold my soul to Milhouse?
Lisa: [incredulous] What? How could you _do_ that? Your soul is the
most valuable part of you.
Bart: You believe in that junk?
Lisa: Well, whether or not the soul is physically real, Bart, it's the
symbol of everything fine inside us.
Bart: [tsking sadly] Poor, gullible Lisa. I'll keep my crappy sponges,
thanks.
Lisa: Bart, your soul is the only part of you that lasts forever. For
five dollars, Milhouse could own you for a zillion years!
Bart: Well, if you think he got such a good deal, I'll sell you my
conscience for $4.50.
[Lisa starts to walk off]
I'll throw in my sense of decency too. It's a Bart sales event!
Everything about me must go!
-- Great selection and rock-bottom prices,
but where is the soul?, "Bart Sells His Soul"
Related:
- Bart: Well, if your soul is real, where is it?
Milhouse
[motions to his chest] It's kind of in here. And when you sneeze, that's your soul trying to escape.... - Bart: [plaintive] Are you there, God? It's me, Bart Simpson.
I know I never paid too much attention in church, but I could really use some of that good stuff now.... - Lovejoy: [holding cleaning brushes] I want you to clean every one of
these organ pipes that you have befouled with your popular
music.
[hands the brushes out, walks off] [Bart and Milhouse start cleaning... - Lisa: I would like to say grace. Ahem.
Lord, have mercy on my soul.
..and Mom's soul...and Dad's soul...... - Bart: I know that's funny, but I'm just not laughing.
[taps head] Lisa: Hmm. Pablo Neruda said, "Laughter is the language of the soul.... - Grandma: A caller at this hour? [to Mr. VH] You dial 9-1, then when I
say so, dial 1 again.
[opens the door] [TM] Bart: [sees Milhouse, sighs with relief] Milhouse, please.... - Bart: Hi, is Milhouse home?
Mrs. VH: He's playing in the dirt with his army men -- oh, and a white
piece of paper, I believe.
[Bart gasps, runs to the back of the house] Milhouse... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish.
Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?... - Martin: Can you let me have it for forty dollars?
Deale
Forty bucks? You made me get off my stool for that?...
