Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me Page #3

like I asked for?

Of course.

Good.

Then it's all going

perfectly to plan.

Yeah, baby, yeah!

When did you get the Clapper?

November 1964.

Dutch East Indies. Shore leave.

Do you know how we keep warm

in Russia?

I can guess, baby.

We play chess.

I guessed wrong.

It takes a keen intellect

to play chess.

I assume you know how to play.

Of course, baby.

What to do, what to do.

Let me ask you a question.

And be honest.

Do I make you horny, baby?

Do l?

Do I make you randy?

No more games.

Dr. Evil sent me here

to kill you...

but I find you so...

sexy and...

Just make love to me.

Now, Austin Powerovich.

Hurry!

You're hairy like animal!

Grr, baby! Very grr!

Make love to me, monkey man.

Dr. Evil, I don't understand...

how we can hope to steal

Austin Powers' mojo.

We've tried this before.

The security around Powers

is foolproof.

But this time

we have an operative...

inside the Ministry of Defense.

Really?

Yes, really.

He's stealing Austin Powers'

mojo even as we speak.

Really?

He's a disgruntled

Scottish guard...

known for his lethal temper

and his unusual eating habits.

He weighs a metric ton.

His name...Fat Bastard.

We've had reports there's a spy

in the Ministry of Defense.

The contents of this room

are vital to the country.

Be on special alert.

Yes, sir.

And try to lose some weight,

for God's sake.

Mr. English colonel

tellin' me to lose weight.

Im a hard case, he says.

Well, listen up, sonny Jim...

I ate a baby!

Oh, aye, baby.

The other other white meat.

Baby:
Its what's for dinner.

Ive got your mojo now,

sonny Jim.

What's wrong?

Crikey!

Ive lost my mojo.

Austin,

the test results confirm...

that you've lost your mojo...

and it couldn't come

at a worse time.

We have evidence that Dr. Evil

has developed a time machine...

and has traveled back

to the year 1969.

Luckily, we, too...

have developed

a time travel device...

to transport you

back to the Sixties.

This is where you

input your destination.

Wait a tick.

Basil, if I travel back to 1969

and I was frozen in 1967...

presumably, I could go visit

my frozen self.

But if Im still frozen

in 1967...

how could I have been

unthawed...

in the Nineties

and traveled back--

Oh, no, Ive gone cross-eyed.

I suggest you don't worry

about this sort of thing...

and just enjoy yourself.

That goes for you all, too.

This is smashing, Basil.

I go back to the Sixties,

recharge my mojo...

defeat Dr. Evil,

and be back in time for tea.

Swinging Sixties,

here I come, baby, yeah!

Move! Move!

Sorry.

I bet that's expensive.

Sorry.

Easy!

Stop it now, Austin!

Here we go.

Yeah, baby, yeah!

Godspeed, Austin Powers.

Im home!

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