Marge: My, these seas are certainly heaving.
Pirate: Well, no more than your bountiful bosom, [sly] milady.
Marge: [laughs rakishly] Does that earring mean you're a pirate?
[refers to earring in pirate's right ear]
Pirate: Kinda. Ah, the seas have quieted. And only in the sweet
embrace of quietude can two lovers truly be --
[Lisa starts playing her sax]
Ooh, such noise! Well, _I'm_ done for the evening.
[Marge comes back to reality]
Marge: Mmm! Lisa, stop blowing my sex. I mean, stop blowing your sax,
your sax. Stop it.
Lisa: Mom, I'm auditioning for first chair in the school band and I've
got to practice!
Marge: I'm sorry, but I sacrificed a very expensive camera just to get
some quiet time.
-- The price she pays, "Lisa's Rival"
