Dr. Banzai is using a laser to vaporize the pineal tumor without damaging the quadrigeminal plate. Subcutaneous microphones are gonna allow the patient to transmit verbal instructions to his own brain.
Like, "Raise my right arm"?
Or "Throw the harpoon". People are gonna come from all over. This boy's an Eskimo.
You ever thought about joining me full-time?
Do you have an opening?
Uh huh. Can you sing?
A little. Yeah. I can dance...
I don't care if you walked through a mountain in Texas. This is New Jersey, and when you play my... [distracted by someone walking past him] ...when you play my joint, you're just another act. I want some music out'a you characters!
You want it, Artie? You got it.
Dad! Dad! Buckaroo's in trouble!
Say what?!
Don't embarrass us.
Have I ever?
[about the thermo-pod] Buckaroo Banzai: It flies like a truck.
Good. [pause] What is a truck?
[as the thermo-pod is in free-fall] Buckaroo Banzai:: Can't you fly this thing?
I'm a diplomat! I failed flight school!
Mr. President, I am a soldier. And I'm a damn good one. I've got enough decorations to snap a Christmas tree. All I'm trying to say is, and I hope I speak for everyone in this room, is that I am scared. I'm barely holding my... fudge, right now.
Stop acting like a goddamn schoolgirl, General, and pull yourself together!
I'm glad someone has the balls to face facts!
Where are we?
I'd hate to tell you.
Why is there a watermelon there ?
I'll tell you later.
Get away from that car, or I'll drink your blood!
Whatcha got there, son? That's not... real, is it?
Get 'em up!
Full speed ahead! And may I remind you, to fasten your-a seat belts, and esstinguish all smoking material.
We haven't a CHANCE! Your overthruster's for SHIT! We'll lose...
One more WORD out of you, Bigbooty...
BIG-BOO-TAY! TAY! TAY!
Buckaroo, the White House wants to know is everything OK with the alien space craft from Planet 10 or should we just go ahead and destroy Russia?
Tell him yes on one and no on two.
Which one was yes, go ahead and destroy Russia... or number 2?








