Bart: [plaintive] Are you there, God? It's me, Bart Simpson.

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. I'm...afraid. I'm afraid some
weirdo's got my soul and I don't know what they're doing to it! I
just want it back. Please? [starts to cry] I hope you can hear
this.
[his soul floats down from above]
[he grabs it and hugs it, and sees Lisa standing there]
Lisa? _You_ bought this?
Lisa: With the change in my piggy bank.
Bart: There's no change in your piggy bank.
Lisa: Not in any of the ones _you_ know about.
Bart: Oh, Lis, thank you. [kisses her]
Lisa: Happy to do it. But you know, Bart, some philosophers believe
that nobody is born with a soul -- that you have to earn one [Bart
eats the piece of paper] through suffering and thought and prayer,
like you did last night.
Bart: Uh huh. [swallows]
-- Word to the wise, "Bart Sells His Soul"