me somewhere.
Another part of you?
Somewhere, yeah.
I'm adopted.
Of course!
If it was a snake, it'd have bit me!
- Another you.
- Anything's possible.
- Let her out!
- Hey, me too.
- Let her out?
- Yeah, let her out. I'll be responsible.
- She's a killer!
- No, she's not. And give her your coat.
Why me?
Because you're perfect.
You have a point there.
I'd like to move this thing along.
Perhaps some of you noticed we have
a motorcycle convention rolling in here.
We're a little short of time.
Besides, I don't imagine you
came here to listen to me talk.
You're right.
Without further ado, I'd like
to introduce a young man
who yesterday took our notions
of reality and turned them inside out.
Dr Buckaroo Banzai,
perhaps you can explain yourself.
Ooh.
Secretary, Senator Cunningham...
members of the world press.
30 years ago, almost to this day, my mother and
father, Doctors Sandra and Masado Banzai
gave their lives for what was then
considered to be a very insane notion...
the possibility of contacting alien life.
However, not on another planet. But here.
Maybe right inside this table...
living on a simultaneous plane
of existence with our own.
Perhaps within a mountain.
See this rock? It's solid matter, right?
But the solid parts of this rock - the
neutrons, quarks, protons and electrons -
comprise only about
one quadrillionth of its total volume.
- How many zeros is that?
- Quite a few.
The rest of this rock
is actually empty space.
So, back in 1937, Professor Hikita here
and Dr Emilio Lizardo
figured that if solid matter
were mostly just empty space,
a person should be able to discover
a way to travel inside things.
We at the Banzai Institute
have at last found that way.
We have created a device
called an oscillation overthruster,
which systematically reorders matter
by annihilating electrons, positrons...
I get it. What you're saying is that
oppositely-charged particles collide,
and blow each other up in a burst of energy.
Like a tiny big bang, like a... baby bang.
I'm probably just stating the very obvious.
Shut up, Penny. Shut up.
Oh, no. It's not obvious at all. If it was obvious,
everybody would be doing it every day.
See, by all accounts, it appears as though
I literally went right through a mountain.
But you could take that mountain
and pulverise it...
and sift through it like breadcrumbs
for the rest of your natural life...
and you would never ever find... this.
And yet this living organism came out
of that mountain in Texas with me.
Even though I was never
inside that mountain.
The president's calling.
- The president of what?
- The president of the United States.
Oh. Here.
Later.
- Is he still delirious?
- I can't tell. It's real fuzzy. I patched him
through to a payphone down the hall.
- Do your thing.
- Buckaroo, you forgot your thruster.
Why don't you hold onto it for a while?
Any time.
Do we have the first slide, please?
What about the Pentagon?
The possibility of war
in the Eighth Dimension, Mr Secretary?
What?
It seemed like a strange connection
even back at the bus.
Mr President?
Some kind of interference.
Hello, Mr President?
Mr President? Mr President, hello?
Hello, Mr President?
- What's going on?
- Maybe it's a prankster, some computer whiz kid.
Not with Elephant Bravo.
- Not with an alpha clearance.
- Alpha clearance? Hello? Mr...
Ed, go back to the bus and reroute this call to
the president's suite at Walter Reed Hospital.
Yeah, and make sure this is on the level.
We're busy people here.
Does the President call him a lot?
Pencil! Pen! Quick! Anything!
Don't touch him!
What's he writing?
Conference room!
Conference room! Let's go!
Launch thermopod.
- There they are.
- Dr Banzai.
- Don't you see 'em?
- What do you mean? Who?
Evil! Pure and simple from the
Eighth Dimension! Grab 'em!
- Lectroids! Grab 'em!
- Lectroids? He's got a gun.
OK, wise guy!
Let those gun belts hit the floor!