Bart: I don't see why I have to go anyway. I'm a pagan.
Homer: Bart!
Lisa: I don't want to go to church either. I'm a pagan too.
Homer: Well you're going to church so you can like it or lump it.
Bart: Uh, if I’m not mistaken, Dad, the tire just blew.
Bart and Lisa: Thank you nature.
Lisa: What a beautiful paganistic day! Come on, Maggie, let's dance.
H: [annoyed] Grab that tire iron, boy.
B: We pagans would like to help you Homer, but it's against out beliefs
to soil our hands with the greasy tools of sin.
% During Bart's speech, we see that Lisa and Maggie are dancing in an
% unusual manner. Lisa chants incoherently.
H: Lisa, Maggie, knock that nonsense off.
% Maggie falls down from the strain of it all. The sky darkens.
B: It's too late, Dad.
% Bart heads into the car. It starts to rain.
H: What the hell are you talking about?
% The kids are safely tucked in the car.
B: Pagan rain dance Works every time.
Bart+Maggie+Lisa: Mom, Dad, look! We're pagans!
% Homer, struggling with the front tire, turns his head.
Homer: Why those little...
% Homer chases the kids running (his suit all tattered), who head into the church.
% The doors close behind them. Homer bursts in, and we see that the kids
% are seated in the front pew.
Lisa: Ironically enough, Bart, this house of worship has proven to be our
sanctuary.
Bart: Yes, but still, my pagan soul yearns to roam free.
Lisa: No problem. After the sermon we'll make a run for it.
