Marge: Hmm. Bart, what's wrong? There's something a little off about
your hug.
Bart: Mom, I need to tell you something. I kind of --
Marge: [interrupts] Let me guess. A mother can always tell.
[hugs him a bit]
Hmm. It's not fear of nuclear war.
[hugs him more]
It's not swim-test anxiety. It almost feels like you're missing
something...something important.
Bart: [eager] Like I don't have a soul?
Marge: [chuckles] Aw, honey, you're not a monster.
-- If only she knew, "Bart Sells His Soul"
