Scott: If you’ve got a time machine, why don’t you just go back and kill Austin Powers when he’s sitting on the crapper or something?
Dr. Evil: How about no, Scott?
Dr. Evil: You’re not quite evil enough. You’re semi-evil. You’re quasi-evil. You’re the margarine of evil. You’re the Diet Coke of evil, just one calorie, not evil enough.
Dr. Evil: Austin, I’m your father.
Dr. Evil: No, not really. I can’t actually back that up.
Austin: You’re one groovy baby….baby.
Fat Bastard: I’m dead sexy!
Austin: I put the grrrr in swinger, baby!
Dr. Evil: Hot Pocket? Eggo?
Fat Bastard: I want my baby back, baby back, baby back ribs.
Dr. Evil: No, Mini-Me, we do not gnaw on our kitty, we just stroke him and love him.
Fat Bastard: Get over here! I’m gonna eat ya! I’m bigger than you. I’m higher on the food chain. Get in my belly!
Dr. Evil: Mini me, stop humping the laser. Why don’t you get a frickin’ room already?
Fat Bastard: Baby, the other other white meat.
Dr. Evil: Mini Me? Mini Me? For God’s sake would somone put a fricken bell on him or something.
Austin: Shut up, you bastard… who is fat…