Mike's Grade: 96-A
Mike's Grade: 96-A
Notes on Selected Source Materials
Practice Exam Question, 8/27/03
Practice Exam Question, 9/24/03
Practice Exam Question, 11/12/03
Contracts Outline Mk. II (more work, less progress)
Practice Exam Review, 10/29/03
Lovejoy: [holding cleaning brushes] I want you to clean every one of
these organ pipes that you have befouled with your popular
[hands the brushes out, walks off]
[Bart and Milhouse start cleaning; a door slams]
Bart: You shank! How could you tell on me?
Milhouse: Well I don't want hungry birds pecking my soul forever.
Bart: Soul? Come on, Milhouse, there is no such thing as a soul.
It's just something they made up to scare kids, like the
bogeyman, or Michael Jackson.
Milhouse: But every religion says there's a soul, Bart. Why would they
lie? What would they have to gain?
[Lovejoy, in his office, works a change sorting machine]
Lovejoy: I don't hear scrubbing!
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. Saying "God bless
you" crams it back in! [gestures up his nose] And when you
die, it squirms out and flies away.
Bart: Uh huh. What if you die in a submarine at the bottom of the
Milhouse: Oh, it can swim. It's even got wheels in case you die in the
desert and it has to drive to the cemetery.
Bart: [sighs] Oh, how can someone with glasses that thick be so
stupid? Listen: you don't have a soul, I don't have a soul,
there's no such thing as a soul!
Milhouse: [smug] Fine. If you're so sure about that, why don't you sell
your soul to me?
Bart: [pause] How much you got?
Milhouse: Five bucks.
[writes "Bart Simpson's Soul" on a piece of paper]
There you go: one soul.
Milhouse: [sly] Pleasure doing business with you.
Bart: Any time, chum...p.
“Bart Sells His Soul”, 3 Simp.F. 02 (1995).