Couch: Bart, Lisa, Marge, and Maggie are mooseheads on the wall and Homer is a bearskin rug on the floor. A game hunter runs to the couch, sits, and lights his pipe.
George Bush: Well let's see now. What do you folks have here, huh? Hmmm…a "Krusty Burger"... that doesn't sound to appetizing, what kinda stew do you have today?
Squeaky Voiced Teen: Uuuh... we don't have stew.
(Homer honks his horn continuously.)
Ray: Sir, why don't you just have the cheeseburger?
George Bush: That's really more of a weekend thing, Ray.
Homer: (still honking) Hey, jerk, move your fanny!
George Bush: That guy's louder than World War II. Ray, go and see what the rhubarb is, will ya?
Ray: (to Homer) Sir, could you pop your hood?
(Loosens some wires making his horn stop working.)
Homer: (yelling after Ray) Hey! My taxes paid for that horn!
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!
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!