Frau Farbissina:
Remember when we froze your semen? You said that if it didn't look like you were coming back we should try to create an heir so a part of you would live forever?
Dr. Evil:
Oh, sure.
Frau Farbissina:
Well, after a couple of years we... got a little impatient. Dr. Evil, I want you to meet your son.
Dr. Evil:
My son?
Frau Farbissina:
Ja. SCOTT!
[Scott enters]
Dr. Evil:
Hello, Scott.
Scott Evil:
Hi.
Dr. Evil:
I'm your father. Dr Evil.
Scott Evil:
I haven't seen you my whole life, and-and now you come back and just *expect* a relationship? I hate you. What?
Dr. Evil:
Could I have a hug?
Scott Evil:
No.
Dr. Evil:
Give me a hug.
Scott Evil:
No way.
Dr. Evil:
Come here.
Scott Evil:
I'm not coming over there.
Dr. Evil:
Let's go.
Scott Evil:
Forget it.
Dr. Evil:
Pronto.
Scott Evil:
What are you doing?
Dr. Evil:
I'm with it. I'm hip.
[trying his best to do the Macarana]
Dr. Evil:
Well, don't look at me like I'm frickin' Frankenstein! Give your father a hug.
Scott Evil:
You're... hey, don't touch me!
Dr. Evil:
Hug, hug, hug. Hug, hug, hug.
Scott Evil:
Get away from me, you lazy-eyed psycho!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:07