Bye, Yogurt.
And, Yogurt,...
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
And may the Schwartz
be with youuuuu!
Oh, what a world.
- Barf, open that glove compartment.
- You got it... Your Highness.
Wow! Liquid Schwartz!
- Quick, pour it in the tank.
- Right.
Look at that!
- Done.
- Hang on, Barfo...
...we're gonna make space tracks.
Dear me, what are those things
coming out of her nose?
Hey, hey, watch my helmet.
Spaceballs!
Oh, shit. There goes the planet.
Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here together...
... Again.
- You didn't say he refused the money.
- It wasn't important.
- May I continue, please?
- Besides, he asked me not to tell you.
Thank you.
To join Princess Vespa
and Princess Valium...
I'm sorry, it's the hair.
Prince Valium...
...in the bonds of holy matrimony.
I see it all now.
Don't you see he loves me?
I'm trying to conduct a wedding here,
which has nothing to do with love. Quiet.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.
- Don't be sorry, be quiet.
I'm sorry!
To join Princess Vespa and Prince Valium
in the bonds of holy...
... Moly!
Uh... Matrimony.
That's him.
I know it's him. He's come back!
That's it. No more chances.
We're doing the short version.
Prince Valium, do you take
Princess Vespa to be your wife?
Uh-huh.
- Do you take Valium to be your husband?
- Uh... well, I...
I suppose. Well, oh, I don't know.
- No! She doesn't.
- What?
- Who the hell are you?
- Prince Lone Starr.
- Prince?
- I just found out.
That's what this says.
I'm an honest-to-God prince.
Will you marry me?
Well, let me think about it.
Yes!
I'm sick of this. I don't care who it is,
but I'm gonna marry somebody today.
- Who are you?
- I'm the best man, Barf.
- Full name?
- Barfolomew.
- Are you getting married?
- No.
Then get over there!
OK, here we go. The short, short version.
- Do you?
- Yes.
- Do you?
- Yes.
Good. You're married. Kiss her!
- I love you.
- I love you.
Well, goodbye, Virgin Alarm.
If you're livin' in a bubble
And you haven't got a care...
Then you're gonna be in trouble
Cos we're gonna steal your air...
Cos what you've got is what we need
And all we do is dirty deeds...
We're the Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We're the Spaceballs...
We're the masters of space...
- Hey, don't mess around
- With the Spaceballs...
Going cruisin' in a spaceship
We're so good at being bad...
We'll destroy your little planet
If you ever get us mad...
We're mothers of the galaxy
You better scatter when you see...
The Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We're the Spaceballs...
We're the masters of space...
- Say what? Don't mess around
- With the Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We're mothers of the galaxy...
We're gonna take the air you breathe...
Oh! Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We're the Spaceballs...
We're the masters of space...
Don't mess around with the Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We're the Spaceballs...
We're the masters of space...
Don't mess around with the Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We've got a bossin' metal ship...
So you better watch your lip...
Cos we're the Spaceballs...
Watch out!
You may think that you are bad...
But believe you can be had...
By the Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We're the Spaceballs...
Watch out!
We're the Spaceballs...
We're the masters of space...
Don't mess around with the Spaceballs...
We're so bad and mean...
We make nightmares out of dreams...
We're the Spaceballs...
We're the Spaceballs...
So you'd better watch out!
Hee-hee, ha-ha!