And I won't lie to you. This mission will be dangerous. –Uh, would you say we'd be venturing into a zone of danger? –Well, yes, obviously. –No, but I mean how would you phrase that? –I... The zone will be one of danger? –No, I mean... (sigh) not-- if you'd say that the-- (sigh) Forget it. Never mind. And you never mind and also shut up!
It's not what it looks like. –Well, that's a relief. Because, uh, it looks like you're sitting here with a gun, right? And over there, strapped to a chair and shot to death, is a guy in a full-body latex catsuit! Or am I misreading the situation?! –Well, technically, it's a zentai.
So, we've got a dead Italian Prime Minister in the living room, which-- –Sucks. I bet he knew how to make sauce. –...Which will be hard to explain, especially given the circumstances leading up to his death which were-- –Dildo-ey. –Unseemly. –Eh, potatoe, pa-dildo.
I'm setting the auto-pilot, but this better not be a ruse. –A ruse? Brring-brring! Hello? Hi, it's the 1930s! Can we have our words and clothes and shitty airplanes back? –Let's go, kid. –Call you back, 1930s, and hey... watch out for that Adolph Hitler. He's a bad egg!