Lisa: Oh yeah? Then how come she's not wearing any of your perfume?
Bart: Oh yeah, Hey mom? Why aren't you wearing any of the perfume?
Marge: Erm, I was saving it... for a special occasion.
Bart: What the hell are you talkin' about?! There's gallons of it!
Marge: Well, this day is already so special, that if we made it any more special, we might end up making it less special.
Bart: Ahh, gotcha. Told you she likes mine better.
Lisa: Oh, brother.
Homer: Wait until she sees my birthday present.
[Motions for the waiters to sing while he gives Marge her present. Near to the end, the bottom of the present gives way and a bowling ball falls on her birthday cake. Everyone is surprised except Patty and Selma who knew that Homer has been thoughtless as usual and that gift offends Marge.]
Homer: Don't worry, this frosting will come right off.
[Homer is looking at the ball, while Marge is furious with him for getting her another thoughtless gift.]
Homer: Beauty, isn't she?
Marge: Well it's hard for me to judge, (furious)Since I never bowled in my life!
Homer: Well if you don't want it, I know someone who does.
[ Marge huffs out a surviving candle, extremely furious with Homer once again for ruining her birthday.]
(Marge bowls a strike with Jacques' instruction.)
Marge: You're a very good teacher.
Jacques: Yes, I am a very good teacher, and I can teach you everything. I can tell you what the little arrows on the wood floor mean, which frame is the beer frame. I bet you don't know how to make a five-seven-ten split. Do you Marge?
Marge: Hmmm, no.
Jacques: Well, first of all, you yell, "The eight-pin is a cop!"
Jacques: Laugh, Marge, laugh out loud; you'll lose weight.