Barf : The minute we move in they're gonna spot us on their radar.

Lone Starr : Nuh-uh.

Barf : Uh-huh.

Lone Starr : Nuh-uh.

Barf : Uh-uh.

Lone Starr : Nuh-uh. Not if we jam it.

Barf : Aha! You're right.

Lone Starr : Down scope.

Barf : Down scope.

[puts down a periscope and targets the Spaceball 1's radar dish]

Barf : Radar about to be "jammed."

[then, a huge jar of "jam" smashes into the dish]