Goldmember:
Dr. Evil, we have the ultimate insurance policy. May I present to you, the very sexual, the very toit, Austin Power's fahza!
Dr. Evil:
His what?
Number 2:
His fazha, Dr. Evil.
Dr. Evil:
His farjer?
Number 2:
[nods]
Dr. Evil:
What's farjer?
Goldmember:
His fazha, ya know the fazha.
Dr. Evil:
Yeah, Goldmember, I don't speak freaky-deaky Dutch. Okay, perv-boy?
Goldmember:
Fazha, his dad. Daddy's fazha.
Dr. Evil:
Oh, his dad. Oh! His father.
Goldmember:
Yes, I have a Dutch accent. Isn't that weird?
Dr. Evil:
Father, Father. Ah, Nigel Powers.
Nigel:
Hello, hello. (slaps Frau on her rear) Ha-ha-ha.
Dr. Evil:
Bring him to me.
Nigel:
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.
(The two guards listen, and Nigel does just that)
Dr. Evil:
Oh, he's good.
Nigel:
(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. You got no chance. Why don't you just fall down? Go on, son.
(The guard complies.)
Nigel:
All right, Dr. Evil, give yourself up while you still got a chance. (handgun chambers behind Nigel) Okay, okay, you got me.
Dr. Evil:
Nigel Powers, I'd like you to meet Mini-me.
Nigel:
Oh, blimey! (looks down at Mini-me) I thought I smelled cabbage.
Dr. Evil:
Take him away!
Goldmember:
Uh-uh, Dr. Evil, can I paint his yoo-hoo gold? It's kind of my thing, ya know?
(Dr. Evil pilots his chair over to Goldmember, and swivels it to look at Goldmember.)
Dr. Evil:
How 'bout no, you crazy Dutch bastard!?
