-job man
in the entire universe and Beverly Hills.
- Your Highness.
- Nose job? She's already had a nose job.
It was her Sweet-16 present.
No, it's not what you think.
It's much, much worse.
If you do not give me
the combination to the air shield,
Dr Schlotkin will give your daughter back
her old nose!
No!
- Where did you get that?
- All right, I'll tell. I'll tell.
- No, Daddy, no! You mustn't.
- You're right, my dear.
I'll miss your new nose, but I will not
tell him the combination, no matter what.
Very well.
Dr Schlotkin, do your worst.
My pleasure.
No! Wait! Wait!
I'll tell. I'll tell.
I knew it would work.
All right. Give it to me.
The combination is...
One.
- One.
- One.
Two.
- Two.
- Two.
Three.
- Three.
- Three.
Four.
- Four.
- Four.
Five.
- Five.
- Five.
So the combination is
one, two, three, four, five.
That's the stupidest combination
I ever heard!
It's what an idiot has on his luggage.
Thank you, Your Highness.
- What did you do?
- I turned off the wall.
- No, you turned off the movie.
- Wrong button.
- Well, put it back up!
- Yes, sir!
You gotta get that thing fixed! We're back,
and we have the combination.
- Schlotkin!
- What?
We're done. Go back to the golf course
and work on your putts.
Let's go, Arnold. Come, Gretchen.
Of course I'll still have to bill you for this.
Oh! I bet she gives great helmet.
- Did it work?
- Yes, sir. We have the combination.
Great! Now we can take every last breath
of fresh air from Planet Druidia.
- What's the combination?
- One, two, three, four, five.
- One, two, three, four, five?
- Yes.
That's amazing. I've got
the same combination on my luggage.
- Prepare Spaceball One for departure.
- Yes, sir.
And change the combination
on my luggage.
Argh!
There it is. Spaceball City straight ahead.
Good. I'm taking her in.
What the hell is that thing?
Looks like a Winnebago with wings. Jeez.
Hey, you can't park here!
Yeah. Can't you guys read? "No Parking".
That son of a...
All right, hands up.
You're under arrest for illegal parking.
Yeah!
 Warden Miller.
Warden Miller. You're wanted in V17.
Attention, attention.
Section C scanners, report.
Nah.
- She's gotta be in one of these cells.
- Yeah, but which one?
- No.
- No.
# Nobody knows...
- It's coming from here.
- That can't be her.
# The trouble I've seen
# Nobody knows but Jesus
It's her!
# Nobody knows
# The trouble I've seen
- She's a bass!
- # Glory hallelujah
Ai!
- What do you want?
- It's me!
- It's us!
- Lone Starr!
- How did you find us?
- No time to talk. Come on.
- We gotta move.
- Barf, how'd you do it?
Come on.
Hey, those are the guys
that stole our uniforms!
And beat the shit out of us, too!
Uh-oh, we got company!
Watch out!
Dammit! That's our only way out.
- We're trapped!
- I hate these movies.
- Oh. I'm out of ammo!
- Get back! I'll hold 'em off!
I got an idea!
- What are you doing?
- What's he doing?
Good work.
Uh-oh, more ping pongs! Run for it.
Let's go!
It's closing!
- The door's closing!
- Go for broke!
Don't move, or you're dead. Stand up!
Captain, we've got them.
Spectacular stunt, my friends.
But all for naught.
Turn around, please.
Ah, what a pity.
What a pity.
So, Princess, you thought you could
outwit the imperious force of...
You idiots! These are not them!
You've captured their stunt doubles!
Search the area. Find them!
Find them!
- Open the door!
- I can't. It's fused.
- And this one?
- It's locked.
- The keys?
- Inside.
- Oh, great!
- Duck!
- Here, you hold 'em off. I'll get the door.
- I'm not shooting this thing. I hate guns.
Agh!
My hair! He shot my hair.
Son of a bitch!
Holy shit!
- How was that?
- Not bad.
- Not bad... for a girl.
- Hey, that was pretty good for Rambo.
Let's blow this joint.
President Skroob!
- Salute!
- Hail, Skroob!
The ship is too big.
If I walk, the movie'll be over.
- Sir.
- Yes? Ooh!
Never