Rob Lowe credited as playing...
Young Number Two
- Fat Bastard: [Eying Mini-me] Dr Evil. Let me make you a deal. You get the mojo, and you can keep your money. And I'll get your bay-bay.
- [smacks lips]
- Fat Bastard: I want my baby back baby back baby back baby back baby back ribs. I want my baby back baby back baby back baby back baby back ribs.
- Young Number Two: Excuse me.
- Fat Bastard: *Chili's* baby back ribs.
- Young Number Two: I received your memo from the future. Your new lair is up and running.
- Dr. Evil: Is it a hollowed-out volcano like I asked for?
- Young Number Two: Of course.
- Young Number Two: I have to speak to you about this Mini-Me.
- Dr. Evil: He's not fitting in? Is he giving off too much of a creepy Oompa-Loompa vibe?
- Young Number Two: No, it's just that... he bites.
- [Dr. Evil looks to Mini-Me, who shrugs and nods]
- Young Number Two: [showing his bandaged hand] He's a biter.
- Young Number Two: Dr. Evil, what are going to do about Powers?
- Dr. Evil: Austin Powers is no longer a threat to me. I have his mojo.
- Young Number Two: Dr. Evil, what are our plans regarding Austin Powers?
- Dr. Evil: Austin Powers? He's the snake to my mongoose. Or the mongoose to my snake. Either way, it's bad. I don't know animals. But I do know this: this time, it's personal. Kill him.
- Scott: What are you drawing?
- Dr. Evil: [Mini-Me passes the drawing to him] It's just a goodbye card, that's all.
- [giving it a glance]
- Dr. Evil: It's sweet.
- [he passes it to Number Two, who gives it to Scott; it's revealed to be a Hangman stick figure hanging from a gallows and the words "Die Scott" underneath]
- Young Number Two: [restraining Scott as he leaps forward] Whoa, whoa, hey.
- Fat Bastard: Get him! Get the baby!
- Dr. Evil: Back off. Back off!
- Young Number Two: Simmer down. Simmer down.
- Dr. Evil: He's my posse.