Mini-Me: [writes] Are you a clone of an angel?
Foxxy Cleopatra: Ohhh how sweet, but no I'm not.
Mini-Me: [writes] Are you sure you don't have a little clone in you?
Foxxy Cleopatra: Yes I'm sure.
Mini-Me: [writes] Would you like to?
Austin: Did you just soil yourself?
Fat Bastard: Maybe.
[Laughs]
Fat Bastard: It did sound a little wet didn't? Right at the end! Oooh! Heh heh heh. Let's have a smell alright? Hmmm, wafting, wafting. Oh everyone loves their own brand don't they? This is magic! Alright - analysis. Ooh, smells like carrots in throw up! Oh that could gag a maggot! It smells like hot sick... ass in a dead carcass! Even stink would say that stinks! You know when you go into an apartment building and you smell other people's cooking on each floor and you go "What are they cookin'?" That, plus crap!
Scott runs away]
Dr. Evil: I just would like to say no one else in my gene pool runs like a girl
She's the village bicycle! Everybody's had a ride
Vanessa: Austin, I think I was paranoid about you and Alotta Fagina.
Austin Powers: No, you're right I nailed the bird.
Vanessa Kensington: Did you used protection ?
Austin Powers: Yeah, I had my 9mm with me.
Vanessa Kensington: No, I mean a condom.
Austin Powers: Only sailors wear condoms baby.
Vanessa Kensington: Not in the '90s Austin.
Austin Powers: Well they should, those filthy beggars go from port to port.
Scott Evil: I just think, like, he hates me. I really think he wants to kill me.
Therapist: He doesn't really want to kill you. Sometimes we just say that.
Dr. Evil: No actually the boy is quite astute. I really am trying to kill him, but so far unsuccessfully. He's quite wily like his old man.
Basil Exposition: Austin, the Cold War is over!
Austin Powers: Finally those capitalist pigs will pay for their crimes, eh? Eh comrades? Eh?
Basil Exposition: Austin... we won.
Austin Powers: Oh, smashing, groovy, yay capitalism!
Austin powers: [holding Scott hostage] It seems the tables have turned, Dr. Evil.
Dr. Evil: Not really. Kill the little bastard, see if I care.
Scott Evil: But dad, we just had a breakthrough in group.
Dr. Evil: I had the group LIQUIDATED, you little shit! They were insolent!
Ivana: When did you get "The Clapper"?
Austin: November, 1964, Dutch East Indies, shore leave.
Scott: Look, I was wondering if we could work all this out? You are, after all, my father.
Dr Evil: Scott, you had your chance, okay? I've already had someone created in my image. He's evil, he wants to take over the world, and he fits easily into most overhead storage bins.
Scott: Him? Look at him, he's crazy! He's like a vicious little Chihuahua thing. He'll kill me the first chance he gets.
Dr Evil: Probably.