Homer: You owe me an apology!
George: Hey. 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: Wimp, am I? Agent Johnson, Agent Heintz, you men stand down. 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.
Homer: For -- d'oh!