Burns: Make yourselves at home.
Bart: Hear that Dad? You can lie around in your underwear and scratch
Homer: [angrily, he goes to strangle Bart] Now you listen to me!
Burns: Trouble, Simpson?
Homer: [one hand around Bart's neck] No, heh heh heh. Just
congratulating the son on a fine joke about his old man.
[nervously pats Bart's head]
-- "There's No Disgrace Like Home"