Here we go:
Badass:
Launchpad McQuack, Ducktales.
Mentor:
Paulie Walnuts, the Sopranos
Willie: Launchpad, we need you, to get us out of here. The Bald Cops are here to arrest Alf, for being an illegal alien, and to break up our budding civil union.
Alf: (
eats cat, belches, mugs for camera)
Launchpad: I should warn you, I never really went to flight school. I guess you could say that I just took a ...crash course.
(
all three mug to camera, plane takes off.)
Paulie: Listen here my friend. You're gonna fly this plane, and then we're all gonna go attend the finest same sex marriage between an alien puppet and a nebbish old man that north Jersey has ever seen. (
brandishes pipe)
Launchpad: Jesus, Paulie, aren't you just supposed to be the mentor in this exercise?
Paulie: (considers this, chuckles) Listen to me, Duck. I'm the only thing keeping you scofflaws from running this whole operation into the ground! (turns to Alf and Willie) And for those services, I expect you two to kick up 40% of your wedding take to me! Formal chinaware! Bernaudaud or better! God help you if I see one ____ing thing from Bed, Bath, and Beyond in there. (
pauses, hits Launchpad with the pipe anyway)
(
plane crashes into the ocean. A piece of fuselage tears off in the cockpit, hitting Paulie directly in the crotch.)
Paulie. Maron! Alf! My ____ing balls!