[Homer calls the real estate agent in a rage after finding an Indian burial ground in the basement]
Homer: Mr. Pote, Homer Simpson here. When you sold me this house, you forgot to mention one little thing. You didn't tell me it was built on an Indian burial ground!
Homer: NO, YOU DIDN'T!
Homer: Well, that's not my recollection.
Homer: Uh-huh... okay, well all right. Good-bye.
[hangs up the phone and turns to Marge]
Homer: He says he mentioned it five or six times.
The House: You will diiiiieeeee. You will die slowwwwwwwly. Your stomach will swelllllllll, your intestines will wriiiithe and booooil. Your eeeeeyes will buuuuurst. And some horrible stuuuuuuuff, possibly your braiiiiin, will start coming out through your noooooooose.
The House: They are all against you Bart, you must kill them all, they all must die!
Bart: Are you my conscience?
The House: Um... I, Yes I am
The House: Hmm. Life with the Simpsons. What choice do I have?
[the house implodes in on itself]
Lisa Simpson: It chose to destroy itself rather then live with us. You can't help feeling a little rejected.