(Daria is playing a harmonica)
Jake: "Yeah, hi, Daria. I was kind of wondering if maybe you could stop now."
Daria: "Dad, these tired bones may be locked behind prison walls, but when I play this rusty old harp, my soul flies free as a bird."
Daria: "You're kidding, right?"
Jane: "Of course, Daria. I'd chew it slowly and stop when I felt full."