“Mr. President, we must not allow a mine-shaft gap!”
“I think you’re some kind of deviated prevert. I think General Ripper found out about your preversions, and you were organizing some kind of mutiny of preverts.”
“You’re gonna hafta answer to the Coca-Cola Company.”
“Shoot, a fellah could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff.”
“In the name of her majesty and the Continental Congress, come here and feed me this belt, boy!”
Etc...
“You’re gonna hafta answer to the Coca-Cola Company.”
ROFL!!!
Speaking of the Coca-Cola company, that reminds me of another great Cold-War era comedy, "One, Two, Three."