"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
The year was 2026, and the world had moved on from velvet suits and chest hair—but Austin Powers had not. Thawed out once again for a mission of "global groovy-ness," Austin found himself in a neon-drenched Tokyo skyscraper, staring down his oldest, flashiest rival: . spinning his chair around. "Oh