King Roland:
Helmet, you fiend! What's going on? What are you doing to my daughter?
Dark Helmet:
Permit me to introduce the brilliant young plastic surgeon, Dr. Phillip Schlotkin. The greatest nose job man in the entire universe and Beverly Hills.
Dr. Schlotkin:
[bowing]
Your Highness.
King Roland:
Nose job? I don't understand. She's already had a nose job. It was her was her sweet-16 present.
Dark Helmet:
No, it's not what you think. It's much, much worse. If you do not give me the combination to the air shield, Dr. Schlotkin will give your daughter back...
[holding up a blown-up picture]
Dark Helmet:
...her old nose!
Princess Vespa:
NOOOO! Where did you get that?
King Roland:
All right, I'll tell! I'll tell!
Princess Vespa:
No, Daddy, no, you mustn't!
King Roland:
You're right, my dear. I'll miss your new nose. But I will not tell him the combination, no matter what.
Dark Helmet:
Very well. Dr. Schlotkin, do your worst.
Dr. Schlotkin:
[scraping his blades together]
My pleasure.
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