Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me

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I put the grrrr in swinger, baby!

— Austin Powers

A man in a velvet jacket and flared trousers struts through a psychedelic 1960s London party, seen from behind. — Original artwork

I put the grrrr in swinger, baby!

Austin Powers

Three carved theatrical masks in black, charcoal and pale grey show different degrees of frowning against slate. — Original artwork

Shut up, you bastard... who is fat...

Austin Powers

Painterly black leather jacket and sunglasses draped over a small turquoise jukebox against pink. — Original artwork

You're one groovy baby....baby.

Austin Powers

A moon base corridor in psychedelic op-art: a bald man in a 1960s space suit and fishbowl helmet raises a gloved hand toward a distant silhouetted figure, the Earth in the portholes. — Original artwork

Know this... Austin... I am your father. / Really? / No, not really. I can't back that up.

Dr. Evil

A tilted glass jar containing a golden question mark, resting on plum velvet. — Original artwork

Hot Pocket? Eggo?

Dr. Evil

A small faceless grey felt figure wears a brass bell on magenta ribbon while sitting on a lime-green cushion. — Original artwork

Mini-Me? Mini-Me? For God's sake, would someone put a frickin' bell on him or something?

Dr. Evil

Painterly chrome cone on a dark red cushion with a thin red beam crossing it. — Original artwork

Mini me, stop humping the laser. Why don't you get a frickin' room already?

Dr. Evil

Painterly curled grey fur resting on a round burgundy cushion with gold trim. — Original artwork

No, Mini-Me, we do not gnaw on our kitty, we just stroke him and love him.

Dr. Evil

A garish talk-show stage: a bald man in a grey suit and a teenager in black sit in orange swivel chairs before a packed audience, a giant soda can and a tub of margarine beside them. — Original artwork

You're quasi-evil. You're semi-evil. You're the margarine of evil. You're the Diet Coke of evil. Just one calorie. Not evil enough.

Dr. Evil

A grand Ministry corridor with a Union Jack on the wall: a huge Scottish guard in a red tunic, kilt and bearskin cap, a picnic hamper at his feet, faces down the hall past a stiff officer. — Original artwork

I ate a baby! Oh, aye, baby. The other other white meat.

Fat Bastard

A green toy turtle emerges from a pink cardboard tube beside an empty brown tube. — Original artwork

First things first: Where's your shitter? I've got a turtle-head poking out.

Fat Bastard

Inside a lava-lit volcano lair, an enormous kilted Scotsman in a tweed jacket and tam looms over a tiny bald clone in a grey suit holding up a vial, a bald man silhouetted at the far end of the table. — Original artwork

I'm bigger than you! I'm higher on the food chain! Get in my belly!

Fat Bastard

A swinging 1969 bachelor flat: a huge man in a kilt sits on a leopard-print bed before a laden tray, lava lamps glowing, as a woman in a psychedelic mini-dress heads for the door. — Original artwork

I'm dead sexy!

Fat Bastard

Inside a volcano lair, a huge kilted man flings his arms wide and sings, musical notes floating over him, as a tiny figure in a grey suit and a bald man sit at the conference table. — Original artwork

I want my baby back, baby back, baby back ribs.

Fat Bastard

Painterly car side mirror showing swirling stars and a glowing clock face. — Original artwork

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?

Scott Evil

Inside a volcano lair glowing with lava, a bald man in a grey suit and a tiny matching clone dance a duet on a round stage under a pink spotlight, a rocket-shaped microphone beside them. — Original artwork

Mini-Me, you complete me.

Dr. Evil

A swinging-sixties party by the Thames at night: a man in a blue velvet suit leans across a chessboard towards a woman in a white mini-dress and white boots, lava lamps and Big Ben behind. — Original artwork

Do I make you horny, baby? Do I? Do I make you randy?

Austin Powers

A round conference table in a volcano lair seen from above, stacks of coins rising like skyscrapers in its centre, a bald man with his pinky raised in the swivel chair and henchmen around him. — Original artwork

Why make trillions when we could make... billions?

Dr. Evil

In a volcano lair, a bald man makes a zipping gesture at the round conference table, a giant zip running down its middle, while a young man in black throws up his hands across from him. — Original artwork

Zip it.

Dr. Evil

A swinging-London flat at night: a huge Scotsman in a kilt seen from behind, doughnuts and burgers circling his head, stands between a man in a blue suit and a woman in a yellow mini-dress. — Original artwork

I eat because I'm unhappy, and I'm unhappy because I eat. It's a vicious cycle.

Fat Bastard