Homer: Lisa! What did I tell you about playing that saxamuhthing in the
Lisa: I was just playing the blues... Dad. [sobs]
Homer: Lisa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Go ahead, play your
blues if it'll make you happy.
Lisa: No, that's okay, Dad. I'll just work on my fingering, unless my
fingers clacking on the keys is too loud for you.
Homer: Let's hear it. [Lisa clacks away] You just clack as loud as you
-- "Moaning Lisa"