JIM: So I can put bombs all up in 'em and feed that shit to these big-ass baboons!
DR. SAPP: Kiss me on the lips.
JIM: I'll do French kisses on you after I blow up the baboons. The giant ones. Normal ones are OK
JIM: No! These are normal baboons they're fine.
CAPTAIN: That one there's pretty big.
JIM: (looks) Yes that one is big but still within the acceptable window of baboon size!
JIM: My parents were professional hang gliders. They were flying over Africa and some birds bit them on the privates and they crashed. Baboons nursed them back to health. Normal sized ones. I'd have never been a baby without baboons
The President sets down all the crackers he was eating, then looks out the window, all pensive and shit.
PRESIDENT WILKINS: It's ...several.