"My hamstrings! They are too tight for the boogie!" Goldmember cried, spinning into his own smelting vat.
Dr. Evil groaned, spinning his chair around. "Oh, honestly. I’m surrounded by idiots. Scott, get the car! We’re going to Taco Bell!" Austin Powers In Goldmember
Austin adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses and struck a pose. "You’re late to the party, Johann. The moon is for lovers and cheese, not for your kinky smelting habits! It’s shagadelicly irresponsible!" "My hamstrings
"Zip it!" Mini-Me squeaked, appearing from behind a gold-plated curtain and immediately attempting to bite Austin’s ankle. Evil groaned, spinning his chair around
As the villains retreated, Austin straightened his cravat. Foxxy Cleopatra dropped from the ceiling on a silk rope, striking a pose. "You did it, Sugar. You saved the moon."
He blew a sharp, funky blast. The satellite dish didn't explode—instead, it began to emit a high-frequency version of "Stayin' Alive." The rhythm was so infectious that Goldmember began to uncontrollably perform a rhythmic gymnastics routine.
"Careful, Mini-Me! He’s got the mojo!" Austin dodged the tiny terror with a flamboyant spin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his secret weapon: a vintage 1970s disco whistle.