Dr. Evil
Well, don't look at him like he's fricken Frankenstein!
Throw him a fricken bone here! He's the boss - needs the info.
He didn't spend 6 years in Evil Medical School to be called 'mister', thank you very much.
Right, okay, people, you have to tell him these things, all right, he's been frozen for 30 years okay?
...Shh. Let me tell you a little story about a man named shh. Shh. Even before you start that was a preemptive shh. Just know that I have a
whole bag of shh with your name on it.
He's with it! He's hip! (...)
He wants chicken, he wants liver! Meow-mix, Meow-mix, please deliver!
Ya know, he has one simple request. And that is to have sharks with fricken laser-beams attached to their heads! (...)
He shall call him...Mini-him.
Actually, the boy's quite astute, he really is trying to kill him. But so far unsuccessfully...he's quite wiley like his old man.
No, Mr. Powers. He expects them...to DIE!
It's fricken freezing in here, Mr. Bigglesworth!
Can he have a hug?