Goofy Donald wants everyone to know that he don’t need no stinkin’ foreign policy advisors. He said,
I’m speaking with myself, number one, because I have a very good brain and I’ve said a lot of things.
Well, I guess that settles it. Young Frankenstein comes to mind. Specifically, whose brain did I put in?
At least he knows how to strike a golf ball.
Hi, I’m Mister Meeseeks. Look at me. Ooooh, Yeah. Can do. I have to fulfill my purpose so I can go away.
Say good-bye Donald. You’ve passed your sell-by date.