This is the vault. Or as some of us have come to call it: The Freak Show.

If I knew I was going to meet the president, I would have worn a tie. I mean, look at me. I look like a schlemiel.

A toast, to the end of the world.

I really don’t think they flew 90 billion light years to come down here and start a fight, and get all rowdy.

Elvis has left the building!