re: Best austin powers movie

Felicity

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i feel dr evil was better in the 2nd movie.

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I don’t know man. The dinner scene in the first one is my favorite scene of all the movies:

Dr. Evil: Scott, I want you to meet daddy's nemesis, Austin Powers.
Scott: What? Are you feeding him? Why don't you just kill him?
Dr. Evil: No Scott, I have an even better idea: I'm going to place him in an easily escapable situation involving an overly elaborate and exotic death.

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As long as we agree Goldmember is a distant 3rd

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100%

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I don’t know man. The dinner scene in the first one is my favorite scene of all the movies: 

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this fricking hilarious

She's better in Bedazzled:

Hurley is aging well

Allotta.....Allotta Fagina


Ivana....Ivana Humpalot



Tough choice. Gotta go with A lot of...alrighty

I've never laughed as hard at a movie as I did when I watched the first in 9th grade

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My favorite scene is when Dr. Evil and Scott are at group therapy and Evil begins to describe his childhood.

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My speech teacher at LSU denied my request to recite that for one of my assignments.

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Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Therapist (Carrie Fisher): Oh no, please, please, let's hear about your childhood.
Dr Evil:Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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