can't believe it! The Schwartz, it's working!
Hey, boss, how'd you do that?
Give me the ring, quick.
Upsy-daisy!
Sorry, Barf.
Keep searching.
- It's no use, sir. We've searched everywhere.
- Wait.
I feel the presence of the Schwartz.
- The Schwartz?
- Yes.
It's coming from somewhere...
down there.
You're right, sir.
There's a secret entrance here.
And look at this insignia. It's a "Y."
Yogurt! I hate yogurt!
Even with strawberries!
I'll call for the attack squad, sir.
No, we can't go in there.
Yogurt has the Schwartz.
It's far too powerful.
But, sir, your ring.
Don't you have the Schwartz, too?
He got the upside. I got the downside.
There's two sides to every Schwartz.
Then how are we gonna
go in there and get her?
We will not go in there.
She will come out to us.
Vespa, my child. Where are you?
Daddy?
Vespa, it's your father, King Roland.
- Come to me.
- Daddy?
I hear you. Where are you?
Follow my voice.
Come to me.
Vespa, where are you going?
Vespa, come to me.
Daddy. Is it really you?
Yes, my dear.
I guarantee it. Would I lie?
Daddy.
No, Vespa, don't!
Fooled you.
Take them both aboard
and put the Princess in my quarters.
Yes, sir.
Now she is mine.
- What's the matter? What are they saying?
- They've taken the Princess.
Spaceballs. Too late.
Don't worry, boss. We'll get her back.
- Thanks for the gas, Yogurt.
- You're welcome. And here!
Just in case you get hungry.
- A fortune cookie?
- Yes!
Remember, open it before you eat it.
Thanks. We better get going.
I wonder, will we ever see each other again?
Who knows?
God willing, we'll all meet again...
in Spaceballs 2: The Search for More Money.
- Goodbye, Lone Starr.
- Goodbye, Yogurt.
The ring of the Schwartz!
No, I can't take this.
Take it. You might need it.
Thanks. I'll never forget you.
Wish me luck.
So, Princess Vespa...
at last I have you in my clutches...
to have my way with you the way I want to.
No, please! Leave me alone.
No, you are mine.
Not so fast, Helmet.
Lone Starr.
Yes, it's me. I'm here to save my girlfriend.
Hi, honey.
Now you are going to die.
Hey, what'd you do to my friend?
The same thing
I'm going to do to you, big boy.
And you, too.
Now, Princess Vespa, at last we are alone.
No, I hate you. Leave me alone!
Yet I find you strangely attractive.
Of course you do.
Druish princesses are often attracted
to money and power.
And I have both. And you know it.
- Leave me alone!
- No, kiss me!
No! Yes! No!
- No!
- Yes!
Your helmet is so big.
- Lord Helmet.
- What?
You're needed on the bridge, sir!
Knock on my door. Knock next time!
Yes, sir.
- Did you see anything?
- No, sir.
- I didn't see you playing with your dolls.
- Good.
President Skroob.
I told you never to call me on this wall.
This is an unlisted wall.
Sorry, sir, but it's very important.
The Princess has just been brought
to your office...
and Lord Helmet and Col. Sandurz
are awaiting you there.
- All right. Tell them I'll be right there.
- Yes, sir!
Helmet, you fiend! What's going on?
What are you doing to my daughter?
Permit me to introduce...
the brilliant young plastic surgeon,
Dr. Phillip Schlotkin.
The greatest nose job man
in the entire universe and Beverly Hills.
Your Highness.
Nose job? I don't understand.
She's already had a nose job.
It was her sweet-sixteen 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!
No, Daddy, no, you