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Dr. Evil: I would probably move on, get another clone but there would be a 15 minute period there where I would just be inconsolable.
Dr. Evil: Mini Me, stop humping laser.
Fat Bastard: I'm bigger than you and higher up food chain. Get in my belly.
Fat Bastard: First things first: Where's shitter? I've got a turtle-head poking out.
Austin: I don't care if he is a fat bastard Felicity. You don't kick a man in pills. It's just not cricket.