Musician Quotes in Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (1999)

[Noticing Dr. Evil's spaceship on radar]

Radar Operator: Colonel, you better have a look at this radar.

Colonel: What is it, son?

Radar Operator: I don't know, sir, but it looks like a giant...

Jet Pilot: Dick. Dick, take a look out of starboard.

Co-Pilot: Oh my God, it looks like a huge...

Bird-Watching Woman: Pecker.

Bird-Watching Man: [raising binoculars] Ooh, Where?

Bird-Watching Woman: Over there. What sort of bird is that? Wait, it's not a woodpecker, it looks like someone's...

Army Sergeant: Privates. We have reports of an unidentified flying object. It has a long, smooth shaft, complete with...

Baseball Umpire: Two balls.

[looking up from game]

Baseball Umpire: What is that. It looks just like an enormous...

Chinese Teacher: Wang. pay attention.

Wang: I was distracted by that giant flying...

Musician: Willie.

Willie: Yeah?

Musician: What's that?

Willie: [squints] Well, that looks like a huge...

Colonel: Johnson.

Radar Operator: Yes, sir?

Colonel: Get on the horn to British Intelligence and let them know about this.

Musician: Whaaats the trooouble?

Raoul Duke: Weeeellll, all this white stuff on my sleeeeve, iiiis LSD...

Musician: [reading a note attached to Joe's back] Lemonade Joe! Do you know how silly you are?

Lemonade Joe: No, that I do not.

Rogers: Animals, assemble!

Musician, Musician: We are a band.

Musician, Musician: And not a band of animals.

Musician: This masquerade.

Musician, Musician: Is more than I can bear.

Musician, Musician: There goes my reputation.

Musician, Musician: It's awful, this humiliation.

Musician, Musician: And I've the lion's share.

[the 1980s - Pete has grown up dealing cocaine. He arrives at a recording studio]

Pete: [Slamming down briefcase full of cocaine on table] Pizza man! We deliver!

Musician: You got the coke, daddy-o?

Pete: What do I look like, man? A soda fountain?

Musician: Hey, what else you got there?

Pete: Songs.

Musician: You scorin' songs now too?

Pete: Givin' 'em away, a song an ounce.

Musician: By who?

Pete: Me!

Musician: You can keep the songs, man.

Pete: I will keep the coke too!

[first lines]

[in French, using English subtitles]

Musician: Open your mouth so we can hear you. I can't follow you. You're not listening. You're going too fast. Let's start over with the first notes of the song. Stop! The Master has signalled. The Master would speak. Speak, Master.

Marin Marais: Each note should end dying.

Musician: That reed man is really whacked up tonight.

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: You'd be sportin' a whack job too if you was carryin' a torch like he's carryin' for little cookie over there.

Musician: What's the use? Nobody's listening to us anyway.

Wallace Hartley: Well, they don't listen to us at dinner either.