Not so fast, shmarty-pants. Dr. Evil, you might not want to deschtroy the world, but I dooooooo... Preparation H goes ahead as planned. I'm going to flood the Earth!

Think again, Goldmember.

Ahh, Foxxy Cleopatra; it is a shame I had to kill your partner. Too bad for you-u-u!

Too bad for me? How about too bad for you (holds the gold tractor beam key over the shark tank which has sharks with lasers on their frickin' heads).

(in terror)

Ho-no!

(Foxxy drops the key into the tank.)

No-ho-ho! No-ho-ho-ho! (composes himself) Luckily, I keep a spare.

(Goldmember turns around and removes his genitals with a lot of racheting and twisting.)

Look everyone, my winky was a key!

(in contempt)

Only a bloody Dutchman!