Dr. Evil, we have the ultimate insurance policy; may I present to you, the very sexual, the very toit, Austin Power's fahza!
His what?
His fazha, Dr. Evil.
His farjer?
[nods]
What's farjer?
His fazha, ya know the fazha!
Yeah, Goldmember, I don't speak freaky-deaky Dutch, OK, perv-boy.
Fazha, his dad--dad is fazha.
Oh, his dad. Oh, his father.
Yes, I have a Dutch accent, isn't that weird?
Fat-ther, Fat-ther. Ah, Nigel Powers.
Hello, hello. (slaps Frau on her rear) Ha-ha-ha!
Bring him to me.
Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. Oh, put the guns down. Is-is this the first day on the job or something? Look, this is how it goes, you attack me, one at a time, and I knock you out with a single punch. Okay? Go.
(to third guard)
Do you know who I am? Have you any idea how many anonymous henchmen I've killed over the years? And look at you, you haven't even got a name tag. (laughing) You got no chance. Why don't you just fall down?
(The guard complies.)
All right, Dr. Evil, give yourself up while you still got a chance. (handgun chambers behind Nigel) Okay, okay, you got me.
Nigel Powers, I'd like you to meet Mini-me.
Oh, blimey! (looks down at Mini-me) I thought I smelled cabbage.
Take him away!
Uh-uh, Dr. Evil, can I paint his yoo-hoo go-o-l-l-l-d? It's kind of my thing, ya know?
(Dr. Evil pilots his chair over to Goldmember, and swivels it to look at Goldmember.)
How 'bout no, you crazy Dutch bastard!
