Austin Powers In Goldmember 100%

"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 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! They are too tight for the boogie!" Goldmember cried, spinning into his own smelting vat. Austin Powers In Goldmember

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: .

"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. "I love goooold

"Zip it!" Mini-Me squeaked, appearing from behind a gold-plated curtain and immediately attempting to bite Austin’s ankle.

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!" It will be the ultimate bling, Austin

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.