"Zip it!" Mini-Me squeaked, appearing from behind a gold-plated curtain and immediately attempting to bite Austin’s ankle.
"I love goooold!" the Dutchman shrieked, his roller skates clicking against the marble floor. He was currently buffing a solid gold satellite dish with a chamois cloth. "And with this disco-ball-of-doom, I shall turn the moon into a giant nugget! It will be the ultimate bling, Austin!"
Austin flashed a toothy grin. "Standard procedure, baby. Now, how about we find a spot with some decent fondue? I’m feeling hornier than a toad in a trombone factory!" Austin Powers In Goldmember
Dr. Evil groaned, spinning his chair around. "Oh, honestly. I’m surrounded by idiots. Scott, get the car! We’re going to Taco Bell!"
"My hamstrings! They are too tight for the boogie!" Goldmember cried, spinning into his own smelting vat. "Zip it
"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.
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!" "And with this disco-ball-of-doom, I shall turn the
Suddenly, the floor hissed open. Out rose Dr. Evil in a hover-chair, clutching a tiny, golden-furred kitten. "Don't forget about me, Austin. I’ve reached a deal with Goldmember. He gets the moon, and I get... one trillion dollars ! Or at least a very generous gift card to Starbucks."