Dick Solomon, that is.
As the lovably pompous patriarch of the extraterrestrial family trying to live as normally as possible on our 3rd Rock from the Sun, Dick thinks he has U.S. taxes under complete control. He is, after all, a self-proclaimed superior being.
Really, how hard can tax filing be since we simple carbon-based life forms deal with it every year?
"This is what humans do," Dick declares. "It's like their national pastime."
I don't know if I'd go that far, but I suspect a lot of us can definitely relate to this first tax-filing experience of Dick, Harry, Sally and Tommy. Heck, the process would give even the Big Giant Head a massive migraine.
And I bet wherever Dick and crew headed after leaving Earth, they checked into the tax system before landing their spaceship.