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Homer: Marge, I'm bored.

Marge: Why don't you read something?

Homer: Because I'm trying to reduce my boredom.

Marge: Well you could hand out these flyers for the neighborhood rummage sale? You get some fresh air and exercise!

Homer: Ehh, I'll do it anyway. [grabs Bart] Come on, boy, we're going to see the neighbors!

Homer: Good old Evergreen Terrace: the swankiest street in the classiest part of Pressboard Estates.

Bart: Well if you love it so much, why are you always littering?

Homer: [finishing a canned drink] It's easier, duh. [litters]

Apu: Howdy, neighbors! May I spray you with the hose in a playful fashion?

Homer: Uh...spray the boy. [Apu sprays Bart]

Homer: Hey! I never noticed this place.

Bart: Dad, it's right across the street from us! That fancy house'll never sell. Nobody who could afford it would want to live in this neighborhood.

Homer: Hey, what's wrong with this neighborhood? [at the house] Big shot! Too good to buy a house here, snobby?

Bart: Who are you talking to, Homer?

Homer: The guy who doesn't live there.

Marge: Can we get rid of this Ayatollah T-shirt? Khomeini died years ago.

Homer: But, Marge! It works on any Ayatollah: Ayatollah Nakhbadeh, Ayatollah Zahedi...even as we speak, Ayatollah Razmada and his cadre of fanatics are consolidating their power.

Marge: I don't care who's consolidating their power. [holds up something else] Well, we don't need this.

Homer: [sputters] Marge! That's the Rhinestone Nights Fashion Gun. I need it to rhinestone up my old clothing. [holds up a jacket]

Marge: [reading the jacket] Who's "Disco Stu"?

Homer: Oh, er, I wanted to write "Disco Stud" but I ran out of space.

Ned: Well sir, looks like we've got us some nice items at table Glick! Like this...what the heck-a-roonie is this, Mrs. Glick?

Mrs. Glick: It's a candy dish, Ned. 90 dollars!

Ned: Uh-huh... well.. I.. uh...I guess you could put a lot of nice things in there!

Mrs. Glick: No! Just candy, Ned. 90 dollars!

Marge: Are you interesting in that motorized tie rack, Principal Skinner? [turns it on]

Skinner: Hmm. It's awfully loud.

Marge: Well, you can always take the motor out and use it as an ordinary tie rack. [does so]

Skinner: [scoffs] But now the ties are motionless, and those in back are virtually inaccessible. Well, it's a moot point, as I have only one tie to begin with. I believe I'll pass. [walks off] [pops head back] Have you sold that tie rack yet?

Marge: No.

Skinner: I'll take it.

Ned: Now, folks, nothing spells "fun" like rhinestones on a dungaree jacket! [holds up "Disco Stu" jacket]

Man: Stu! You should buy that!

Disco Stu: Hey: Disco Stu doesn't advertise.

Homer: [singing] Hey, big spender: dig this blender! Rainbow suspenders -- hey, big spender!

Everyone: We surrender!

Homer [singing]: Speeend some dough at table three.

[everyone cheers and holds up money]

George: Hi there, neighbors. Uh, I'm...George Bush. [everyone stares] Former president George Bush?

Everyone: Oh, OK! [mild applause]

Bart: Wow, a former president living right across the street.

Homer: Oh, why did he have to move in on my territory? Look at him. Thinks just because he led the free world, he can act like a big shot! Stupid President...why couldn't he just stay in his own state?

Lisa: Actually, this is one of the nine states where Mr. Bush claims residency, Dad. I wouldn't have voted for him, but it's nice to have a celebrity in the neighborhood.

Ned: Howdily doodily, there, President Bush -- or should I say, "President Neighbor"! I'm Ned Flanders, and this is Maude, Rod, and Todd.

George Bush: Well, howdily doodily yourself, there, Ned. This is my wife Barbara. I call her Bar. Would you like some lemonade?

Ned: Tip top notch!

George Bush: Okily dokily!

Ned: Thankily dankily!

George Bush: Scrump-diddley-eriffic!

Both: Fine and dandy like sour candy!

Maude: What brings you to Springfield?

Barbara: Well, George and I just wanted to be private citizens again -- go where nobody cared about politics. So we found the town with the lowest voter turnout in America.

George: Just happy to be here among good, average people with no particular hopes or dreams.

Rod: But, Mr. President, we're not all good people.

Todd: There's one little boy you should watch out for. He's a bad, bad little boy.

Ned: [nervous laugh] Now Todd, don't scare the president.

[Bart skateboards by as evil music plays]

(George Bush shows Bart a photo album.)

Bart: Who's that, George?

George Bush: That's me with Charlton Heston. He was--

Bart: Who's that, George?

George Bush: Er...see, you wouldn't know him. That's Bob Mosbacher. He was secretary of--

Bart: That's a dumb name. Who's that, George?

George Bush: Maybe he thinks "Bart" is a dumb--

Bart: How many times were you president, George?

George Bush: You know, in my day, little boys didn't call their elders by their first name.

Bart: Yeah? Well, welcome to the 20th century, George!

Homer: Oh, man: I've only got one minute 'till they stop serving those breakfast balls! [stops behind Bush at the drive thru]

George: Let's see, now...what do you folks have here, huh? Hmm, a "Krusty Burger"...that doesn't sound too appetizing. What kind of stew do you have today?

Kid: [through order box] Uh...we don't have stew.

[Homer honks impatiently]

Ray: Sir, why don't you just have the cheeseburger?

George: Aw, that's really more of a weekend thing, Ray.

Homer: Hey, jerk! Move your fanny!

George: That guy's louder than World War II. Ray, go see what the rhubarb is, will you?

[Ray goes back toward Homer's car]

Ray: Sir, could you pop your hood?

[Homer does so; Ray disables the horn]

Homer: Hey: my taxes paid for that horn!

Bart: Hey, where's your candy?

George: We don't have any. Now go away!

Barbara: George! Older people don't eat much candy, Bart, but I could bake you some cookies if you like.

George: [scoffs] Can't remember the last time she made cookies for me.

Barbara: What's that?

George: Oh, nothing.

Homer: All right, his story checks out. Marge, would you love me more if I were President? 'Cause I'll do it if it'll make you happy.

Marge: Homey, as long as you keep the car full of gas, I'm happy. [kisses him]

Homer: Well, you can always depend on that. [looks furtively out the window at the car]

Bart: Whoa man!

George Bush: Whoa, nothing. I'm gonna do something your daddy should have done a long time ago. (Bush lightly spanks Bart) Now go home and think about what you've done, young man.

Homer: He spanked you? You? Bart Simpson?

Bart: I begged him to stop, but he said it was for the good of the nation.

Abe: Big deal! When I was a pup, we got spanked by Presidents till the cows came home. Grover Cleveland spanked me on two nonconsecutive occasions.

Marge: Grampa, I know in your day, spanking was common, but Homer and I just don't believe in that kind of punishment.

Abe: And that's why your no-good kids are running wild! [points at Lisa, reading quietly]

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!

Homer: Hey! You owe me an apology.

George: You owe me an apology. If you were any kind of a father, you'd have disciplined that boy a long time ago.

Ray: You want to step back, Sir? You're trampling the flowers.

Homer: Ooh! Hiding behind your goons, eh, Bush? Well you are a wimp!

George: [with trembling lips] Wimp, am I? Agent Johnson, Agent Heintz, you men stand down. [the gate opens and Homer walks in] All right, Mister: you want trouble? You're going to get trouble.

Homer: Oh, I want trouble, all right.

George: Then you're going to get trouble.

Homer: No, you're going to get trouble.

George: Oh, that's good, that's good, 'cause I want trouble.

Homer: Then we're agreed there'll be trouble.

George: Oh, yeah, lots of trouble.

Homer: Trouble it is.

George: For you. [walks inside, slams door]

Homer: For -- d'oh!

Barbara: [yawns] Why don't you just say you're sorry, George?

George: Because I'm right! Oh, no, I'm going to fix their wagon good. I've pulled some pranks in my time...[shakes spray paint]

[ A "Two Bad Neighbors" banner hangs from his house the next day]

Hibbert: I don't understand. Are you saying you and Barbara are bad neighbors?

George: No! That's not Bar and me, it's them!

Ned: Who, Maude and me?

George: No, the man and his boy. You know, the -- the boy is named Bart. I don't know the name of the man. Bar! What's the name of the man?

Barbara: [off-camera] I'm not getting involved, George.

George: Look, just never mind. I thought the banner was pretty straightforward, but I'll just take it down.

Barbara: I really feel awful about your lawn, Marge. George can be so stubborn when he thinks he's right.

Marge: Well, Homer, too. They're so much alike.

Barbara: Too bad they got off on the wrong foot. It's just like the Noriega thing. Now, he and George are the best of friends.

Homer: For the last time, Bush, apologize for spanking my boy!

George Bush: No. You tell him to apologize for destroying my memoirs!

Homer: Bart, you never told me you destroyed his memoirs. (to Bush) Never!

George: I'm sorry I spanked your boy, Homer.

Homer: Woo hoo! In your face, Bush. Now apologize for the tax hike.

Barbara: It's a shame it didn't work out, Marge, but George just felt this neighborhood brought out the worst in him, and -- [Bush honks his horn impatiently] -- oh, my. Well, so long. [Barbara gets in and they drive off]

Marge: Bye bye.

Gerald Ford: Say, Homer, do you like football?

Homer: Do I ever!

Gerald Ford: Do you like nachos?

Homer: Yes, Mr. Ford.

Gerald Ford: Well, why don't you come over and watch the game and we'll have nachos, and then some beer.

(Homer and Ford cross the street together.)

Homer: Jerry, I think you and I are going to get along just--

(They both trip in Ford's driveway)

Homer & Ford: D'oh!