Homer: Now, honey, what were you trying to say before we kept interrupting with our loving proudness?
Marge: Yes, our tiny tapper, what was it you were going to say after "I wanted to be a dancer, but"?
Lisa: But, I just... need more practice! See ya! (exits kitchen, her shoes tap)
Homer: Oh, what's that awful sound?
Marge: The furnace?
Lisa: It's me!