President: It won’t matter how schwifty you get, Morty. The General’s got nukes set to launch halfway through Earth’s song!
Morty: Oh my God! C-c-can you fly a Blackhawk?
President: Can the Pope’s dick fit through a donut?
Morty: Uhhh, I’m not sure?
President: Exactly!
Cromulon: SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT.
Rick: Ahem.  Uhhh… lop-oo-lop-oo-lop-oo-dups, nop-oo-nop-oo-nop-oo-nuts.