Bart: Well if your souls real where is it? Milhouse: It's kinda in here... and when you sneeze, that's your soul trying to escape. Saying god bless you crams it back in. And when you die, it squirms out and flies away! Bart: What if you die in a submarine at the bottom of the ocean. Milhouse: Oh, it can swim, it's even got wheels, incase you die in the desert and have to drive to the cemetary. Bart: Gee, you're really uppy for someone who eats bugs all day. Bart: Lemme try. Jimbo: Way to breathe, no breath. Moe: No c'mon, I need a name that says friendly all american cooking. Homer: How about Sherman Moes Magic Wok. Barney: I like it! Moe: Nah, I want something that says people can have a nice relaxing time. Homer: I got it! Madman Moes Pressure Cooker! Barney: I like it! Moe: Hey, how bout Uncle Moes Family Feedbag? Barney: I hate it. Bart: You know Milhouse? Milhouse: Yeeeeeesssss! Bart: Maybe you're getting tired of that soul, huh? Milhouse: Nooooooooooo! Bart: Suppose someone wanted to buy it from you... Milhouse: Oh! You wanna buy it back, Bart? Sure.. no problem! Fifty bucks! Bart: WHAT!? Milhouse: Who's stupid now, huh? (does a weirdo laugh) Jingle: Come to Uncle Moes for family fun, it's good good good good, good good good! Moe: Hiya folks, Welcome to Uncle Moes. Aww.. look at all the cute little minors. Homer: Wow! That's Moe! The guy from the ad! Moe: Right this way, Homer. Homer: And he knows my name! Moe: Here you go, here I am, Uncle Moe, thankyou m'am, this'll be a treat, Uncle Moe, here I am, while you eat! Please take the fries off my head, kid. The basket is extremely hot! Bart: I want my soul, and I want it now! Homer: Bart! You didn't finish your Spaghetti and Moeballs! Brain: Quiet you fool! It could be ours! Homer: Run boy! Run! Run for your life! Bart: [talks to the strange guy at the Van Houtens door] Moe: [goes off at a little girl because her 'teef' hurt] Todd: Ow! My freakin ears! Grandma Van Houten: You dial 91, and then when I say so, dial 1 again!
