Lower the globe.

(screeching)

Lower the globe! [Goldmember flinches, the globe falls onto Dr. Evil's head]

Oww! Ow!

Scheiße!

Well, congratulations, numb-nuts! You've succeeded in turning me into a frickin'g jack-in-the-box! Get it off! Get it off! It's dark, it's dark! [Number 2 pulls the globe off Dr. Evil's head.] Okay! I'm okay. [Goldmember chuckles] Release the meteor.

(screeching)

Release the meteor! [Mini-me swings a gold meteor model into Dr. Evil's groin]

(falls over)

Ohh! Oh! Ohh, ohh, no way!

Right in the kniggin!

God damn it! Oh! Guys! [to Mini-me who shrugs afterwards] Way to go, a-hole! Everyone, just let me find my balls here, for God's sake... 1, 2, and 3. Okay, they're all there. I'm okay, I'm okay.