Hello, President Skroob.

Forget it. No more beaming! This time I'm gonna walk.

We'll beam you back, sir.

Fine. No thanks to you!

Are you all right, Mr. President?

It could be the interlocking system.

Hold on, sir. We'll try to reverse the beam.

Why didn't somebody tell me my ass was so big?

I'm sorry, sir. There must have been a micro-converter malfunction.

This is terrible! Do something!

It's on backwards!

Great beasties! What's happened to his head?

Yes, sir. lmmediately, sir.

Snotty, beam him down.

What the hell, it works on Star Trek

All right. I'll take a shot at it.

Oh, yes, sir. Snotty beamed me twice last night. It was wonderful

I don't know about that beaming stuff. Is it safe?

Should I have Snotty beam you down, sir?

I'll be down immediately.

We have both ships coming up on the teledar, sir, if you wish to observe.

Lord Helmet has just notified us that Princess Vespa is in sight and Spaceball One is closing in on her.

Yes, what is it, Commanderette?

Spaceball Commanderette Zircon speaking, sir.

This is Central Control.

President Skroob…

Yes, of course. I've heard the same rumor myself.

As president of Planet Spaceball, I can assure both you and your viewers that there's absolutely no air shortage whatsoever.

Okay. We all know Prince Valium is a pill, but you could've married him for your father's sake and then had a headache for the next 25 years.

Can we talk?