Reverend Lovejoy: I know one of you is responsible for this, so repeat after me: If I withhold the truth may I go straight to Hell, where I will eat naught but burning hot coals and drink naught but burning hot cola... Ralph Wiggum: Where fiery demons will punch me in the back... Bart: Where my soul will be chopped into confetti and strewn upon a parade of murderers and single mothers... Milhouse: Where my tongue will be torn out by ravenous birds...Bart did it! That Bart, right there! Bart: Milhouse! Reverend Lovejoy: Milhouse, you did the right thing. Bart, come with me for punishment. You too, snitchy. Homer: So, Burns is gonna make us all go on a stupid corporate retreat up in the mountains to learn about teamwork. Which means we'll have to cancel our plans to hang around here. Bart: Teamwork is overrated. Homer: Huh? Bart: Think about it. I mean, what team was Babe Ruth on? Who knows. Lisa and Marge: Yankees. Bart: Sharing is a bunch of bull, too. And helping others. And what's all this crap I've been hearing about tolerance? Homer: Hmm. Your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter. But I think we have to go to the retreat anyway.