Austin Powers: Oops. I did it again, baby. Goldmember: Dr. Evil, can I paint his yoo-hoo gold? It's kind of my thing, you know. Dr. Evil: [comes over to Goldmember] How 'bout no, you crazy Dutch bastard? Goldmember: I'm from Holland. Isn't that vierd? Dr. Evil: I'm Dougie, I'm Dougie. Goldmember: I love gooooooold. Dr. Evil: Are those fricken' sharks with fricken' laser beams attached to their fricken' heads? Mini-Me: [writes] Are you a clone of an angel? Foxxy Cleopatra: Ohhh how sweet. No, my mini-man, I'm not. Mini-Me: [writes] Are you sure you don't have a little clone in you? Foxxy Cleopatra: Yes I'm sure. Mini-Me: [writes] Would you like to? Fat Bastard: Unfortunately, my neck does look like a vagina. Britney Spears: Is it true what they say about you? [Mini-me whispers in her ear] Britney Spears: Kickstand? Can I give you my cell phone number? Please? Dr. Evil: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my submarine lair. It's long, hard and full of seamen! [Laughs, then notices he isn't getting any laughs from his submarine crew] Dr. Evil: No? Nothing? Not even a titter? Tough sub... Goldmember: Can I paint his yoo-hoo gold now? It's kind of my thing, you know... Dr. Evil: How 'bout no, you crazy Dutch bastard! Foxxy Cleopatra:
Well, the future better get ready for me. 'Cause I'm Foxxy Cleopatra, and I'm a WHOLE LOTTA WOMAN.
Fat Bastard: [looking at the toilet] What? I didn't have any corn! Nigel Powers: [rubs throat] Ow... Austin Powers: What's wrong with your neck? Nigel Powers: I took a Viagra, got stuck in me throat, I've had a stiff neck for hours. Nigel Powers, Austin Powers: I thank you! Austin Powers: [to a Japanese industrialist named Mr. Roboto] Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto. Foxxy Cleopatra: Sha-zam. [after being struck in the groin by a meteor prop] Dr. Evil: All right, let me find my balls, for God's sakes. 1, 2... and 3, okay; I'm okay. Goldmember: Dr. Evil, we still have the ultimate insurance policy. May I present to you, the very sexual, the very toite, Austin Power's fahza. Dr. Evil: His what? Number 2: His fahza, Dr. Evil. Dr. Evil: His farger? What's a farger? Goldmember: His fahza. You know, the fahza. Dr. Evil: You know Goldmember, I don't speak freaky-deaky Dutch. Okay, perv boy? Goldmember: Fahza, his dad, dad is fahza. Dr. Evil: Oh, his dad. His *fa-ther* Nigel Powers: So, er, little fella, I was wondering... is everything... in proportion... down there? Mini-Me: [Mini-Me nods unsure] Nigel Powers: You know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... Yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look. Mini-Me: [Mini-Me unzips his pants] Nigel Powers: My lord! you're a tripod. What you been feedin' that thing, eh? It looks like a baby's arm holding an apple. Good thing is, if you ever get tired, you can use it as a kickstand! Mini-Me: [Mini-Me nods, smiling] Goldmember: Right in the kanickies. Nigel Powers: All right Goldmember. Don't play the laughing boy. There's only two things I hate in this world. People who are intolerant of other people's cultures and the Dutch. Goldmember: What? Take the fahza away! Dutch hater! And now, it is time to say goodbye. Dr. Evil's orders. Which, for you, is bad news bears, [talks in a deep vioce] Goldmember: Walter Matthau. Austin Powers: [to Foxy Cleopatra] You may be a cunning linguist, but I am a master debater. Foxxy Cleopatra: You have the right to remain sexy, sugar. Austin Powers:
Oh, I hope there's a search involved.