Spaceballs1987

[Spaceball I's radar has been literally jammed with real jam]

Radar Technician:
[Through P.A to Col. Sandurz] Sir!

Colonel Sandurz:
[as he and Dark Helmet look over] What is it?

Radar Technician:
Can I talk to you for a minute, please, sir?

[Sandurz and Helmet walk over]

Sandurz:
Well?

Radar Technician:
[Still through the P.A] I'm having trouble with the radar, sir!

[Sandurz grabs the microphone the Technician was just using]

Sandurz:
: You don't need that, private. We're right here. Now, what is it?

Radar Technician:
[Still through the P.A] I'm having trouble with the radar, sir.

[Helmet rips the microphone from the console and throws it aside.]

Dark Helmet:
Now, what is it?

Radar Technician:
[Normally] I'm having trouble with the radar, sir!

Dark Helmet:
What's wrong with it?

Radar Technician:
I've lost the bleeps, I lost the sweeps, and I lost the creeps.

Dark Helmet:
The what?

Colonel Sandurz:
The what?

Dark Helmet:
And the what?

Radar Techician:
You know, the bleeps... [Makes radar-beeping noise]... the sweeps... [Makes vibrating noise] and the creeps. [Makes squeaking noise]

Dark Helmet:
[Quietly, to Sandurz] That's not all he's lost.

Radar Technician:
Sir! The radar, sir! It appears to be... [Jam starts flowing through the computer screen] jammed!

Dark Helmet:
Jammed? [Examines the jam and tastes it] Raspberry. There's only one man... [Sandurz breaks the fourth wall by noticing the approaching camera, and getting out of it's way] ...who would dare give me the raspberry! [Pulls his mask down] Lone Starr! [the camera collides with Helmet and he collapses]