[Bart runs into the Kwik-E-Mart door]
Bart: [face scrunched against the glass] Stupid automatic door!
[Rod and Todd walk up; the door opens]
Together: Thank you, door!
[Bart runs in behind them]
[Jimbo blows on the ice cream glass and writes "BITE ME"]
Dolph: Hah! Some ice cream guy's going to see that, and it'll blow
his mind.
Bart: Let me try.
[breathes on the glass, but no condensation forms]
Jimbo: Way to breathe, no-breath.
[Bart runs into the Kwik-E-Mart door on the way out]
Bart: This is getting weird.
Apu: [into microphone] Sanjay to the entrance with the Windex.
Sanjay to the entrance with the Windex.
-- Cleanup in aisle four, "Bart Sells His Soul"
Bart: [face scrunched against the glass] Stupid automatic door!
[Rod and Todd walk up; the door opens]
Together: Thank you, door!
[Bart runs in behind them]
[Jimbo blows on the ice cream glass and writes "BITE ME"]
Dolph: Hah! Some ice cream guy's going to see that, and it'll blow
his mind.
Bart: Let me try.
[breathes on the glass, but no condensation forms]
Jimbo: Way to breathe, no-breath.
[Bart runs into the Kwik-E-Mart door on the way out]
Bart: This is getting weird.
Apu: [into microphone] Sanjay to the entrance with the Windex.
Sanjay to the entrance with the Windex.
-- Cleanup in aisle four, "Bart Sells His Soul"
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then when I say so, dial 1 again. [opens... - Apu: [singing along badly] The Dream Police, they live inside of my
bed,
The Dream Police, they come to me in my head, ... - Lisa: Well, Bart, because of you, a horrible yet innocent person is
going to jail.
Bart: Hmm. Maybe I should come forward. Skinner... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Marge: With Bart gone and now you with your father,
I'm not going to have anyone to -- Lisa: [75... - Skinner: Let's see: Tide...Cheer...Bold...Biz...Fab.
All...Gain...Wisk. I believe today I will... - Wiggum: Son, you wait here while Daddy tries to talk some sense into
this raving derelict.
[the man raves as Wiggum walks up] Wiggum: [motioning]... - Herman: [whispers] What's the password?
Grampa: Let me in,
you idiot! Herman: Right you are. [opens the door]...
