Bart: [running towards door with sled; goggles on head] Cowabunga!
Marge: Remember to take a break if your arms go numb!
Bart: [rushes for the front door. Lisa's ominous shadow blocks the
way] Hey!
Lisa: I heard you last night, Bart. You prayed for this. Now your
prayers have been answered. I'm no theologian; I don't know who
or what God is exactly, all I know is He's a force more powerful
than Mom and Dad put together, and you owe Him big. [shuts the
door]
Bart: You're right. [removes goggles, hands them to Lisa]
I asked for a miracle, and I got it. I gotta study, man!
[goes upstairs to his room]
I'm not missing anything... frozen earlobes, trudging up that
stupid sledhill over and over again... How good could it be?
[looks out window...]
-- "Bart Gets an F"
