Lisa: [shielding Her Eyes From The Light; Wobbly] What's Happening?
Lisa: [shielding her eyes from the light; wobbly] What's happening?
Where am I??
Helen: And she's on drugs!
-- Thank you, Nancy Reagan, "My Sister, My Sitter"
Quimby: Citizens of Springfield, I officially declare this.
.. what the hell is that?! Skinner: Why, it's Lisa Simpson!...
Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
Lisa: If you come down, I'll give you some more coffee!
Lots more coffee! Are you getting ready for bed, Bart?...
Lisa: [weakly] Please, Maggie... Please... Go to sleep!
! -- What to do when your baby sister is hyper, "My Sister, My Sitte...
Lisa: Hey, Bart. How's your arm? Bart: It's all right.
I was hoping they'd give me one of those steel claws, but what are you gonna do....
But I'm _very_ mature for my age. People often mistake me for nine!
-- Lisa, "My Sister, My Sitte...
Am I dying or is this my birthday?" (When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside.
) ~~ Lady Nancy Astor, d. 1964...
The boy was studying quietly, when the girl, drunk on her own sense of power, beat him silly with a block of frozen lima beans.
-- Chief Wiggum's analysis of the incident, as imagined by Lisa, "My Sister, My Sitte...
Bart: You made all that money for sitting around and watching TV and eating food?
? Lisa: There's a lot more to it than that, Bart....