Fat Bastard: First things first: WHERE’S YOUR SHITTER? I’ve got a turtle-head poking out.
Dr. Evil: Charming
Fat Bastard: I’m not kiddin’. I’ve got a crap on deck that could choke a donkey. Aww, it’s SQUIDGY. Christ, I’m gettin’ all emotional from it, ya know?
45. Austin Powers: That’s not your mother, it’s a man, baby!
43. Fat Bastard: Jesus Christ, he’s tiny! I’ve had bigger chunks of corn in my crap.
Scott Evil: I was thinking I like animals. Maybe I’d be a vet.
Dr. Evil: An evil vet?
Scott Evil: No! Maybe like work in a petting zoo.
Dr. Evil: An evil petting zoo?
Scott Evil: You always do that!
Dr. Evil: Scott, I’ve been a frickin’ evil doctor for 30 frickin’ years! So cut me some frickin’ slack. You forget, Scott, that we’re inside a volcanooooo. We’re surrounded by liquid hot magma.
35. Goldmember: I am from Holland. Isn’t that vierd?
34. Goldmember: I love gooooooold.
Dr. Evil: Talk to the hand, ‘cause the face don’t wanna hear it anymore.
The President: What hand? Talk to your hand?
Dr. Evil: You ain’t all that and a bag of potato chips.
The President: What are you talking about?
Dr. Evil: Don’t go there, girlfriend.
Dr. Evil: Mmhmm.
The President: Whose girlfriend?
Dr. Evil: Don’t mess with me. I’m one crazy mo-fo. I had to pop a cop cause he wasn’t giving me my props in Oaktown. No? I’ve heard that somewhere.
Dr. Evil: [singing while playing the piano] What if god was one of us / Just a slob like one of us / Blue blue blue blue blue blue blue / Bla bla bli bli bli.
Dr. Evil: Thank you, yes, thank you. I wrote that.
Goldmember: Would you like a shmoke und a pancake?
Austin Powers: A what?
Goldmember: A shmoke und a pancake. You know, a flapjack und a shigarette? No? Shigar und a waffle? No? Pipe und a crepe? No? Bong und a blintz? No? Well, then there ish no pleashing you.
Austin Powers: Only two things scare me and one of them is nuclear war.
Basil Exposition: What’s the other?
Austin Powers: Excuse me?
Basil Exposition: What’s the other thing that scares you?
Austin Powers: Carnies. Circus folk. Nomads, you know. Smell like cabbage. Small hands.
Vanessa Kensington: Mr. Powers, my job is to acclimatize you to the nineties. You know, a lot’s changed since 1967.
Austin Powers: No doubt, love, but as long as people are still having promiscuous sex with many anonymous partners without protection while at the same time experimenting with mind-expanding drugs in a consequence-free environment, I’ll be sound as a pound!
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it’s breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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, little fella, I’m curious. Is everything in proportion?
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 feeding 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!
Scott Evil: I just think, like, he hates me. I really think he wants to kill me.
Therapist: He doesn’t really want to kill you. Sometimes we just say that.
Dr. Evil: No actually the boy is quite astute. I really am trying to kill him, but so far unsuccessfully. He’s quite wily, like his old man.
Austin Powers: Mr. Roboto is lying to us.
Foxxy Cleopatra: Tell me something I don’t know.
Austin Powers: I open-mouth kissed a horse once.
Foxxy Cleopatra: Say what?
Austin Powers: That’s something you don’t know.
5. Fat Bastard: Unfortunately, my neck does look like a vagina.
2. Dr. Evil: Mini Me, stop humping the laser.
Quotes from IMDB.
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