Fat Bastard: [looking at the toilet] What? I didn't have any corn!
this is where i give up and you win, cannot go on any longer, need sleep, congrats
Fat Bastard: First things first: WHERE'S YOUR troutTER? 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?
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..
Fat Bastard: [to Mini Me] I'm bigger than you and higher up the food chain. Get in my belly.
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?
Fat Bastard: Of course I'm not happy! Look at me, I'm a big fat slob. I've got bigger titties than you do. I've got more chins than a Chinese phonebook. I've not seen my willie in two years, which is long enough to declare it legally dead. [on the verge of tears] Fat Bastard: I can't stop eating. I eat because I'm unhappy, and I'm unhappy because I eat. It's a vicious cycle. Now, if you'll excuse me, there's someone I'd like to get in touch with and forgive... myself. Fat Bastard: [Farts] Sorry. I farted. It's a long road ahead
Basil Exposition: Austin, the Cold War is over! Austin Powers: Finally those capitalist pigs will pay for their crimes, eh? Eh comrades? Eh? Basil Exposition: Austin... we won. Austin Powers: Oh, smashing, groovy, yay capitalism!
Number 2: Dr. Evil, can you continue with your plan? Dr. Evil: Of course, Number 2, our plan is SCOTTY DON'T. Scott Evil: Oh, come on, you're such a lame ass.
U.N. Representative: So, Mr. Evil... Dr. Evil: It's Dr. Evil, I didn't spend six years in Evil Medical School to be called "mister," thank you very much.
