Homer: First Bush invades my home turf, then he takes my pals, then he
makes fun of the way I talk -- probably. Now he steals my right
to raise a disobedient, smart-alecky son! Well, that's it!
[walks across the street] Hey, Bush! Get out here!
Ray: Excuse me, Sir: where are you going?
Homer: I'm going to punch George Bush in the face.
Ray: OK. Is he expecting you?
-- Just doing his job, "Two Bad Neighbors"