Lisa: Oh, Mom, please? You can make this my birthday *and* Christmas
Marge: You already used up your birthday and Christmas presents on that
peach tree we got you. And you hardly ever play with that
Lisa: Yes, I do. Sure, I do. Look!
[runs out and frolics unconvincingly by the tree]
[singing] Here I am playing on my peach tree, Mom.
Marge: [fed up] Oh, all right, we'll go.