Austin Powers Quotes Novels & Stories

he smiled warmly as he asked her fifty billion questions. In desperate need of caffeine to feel even remotely human, Marybeth held up her hand, hushing him up. "Please don't talk, Austin. I haven't had my morning coffee yet." "Okay, Mrs McGrumpy," he chuckled, pulling out a mug from the cupboard. "Your usual instant, or do you want something stronger?"

--- "I'm scared mom, I'm scared all we've been working for would go to waste." "Stop saying rubbish! I'm trying to think here!" Austin's mom scolded Ciara. "What's the point of thinking? Nothing you do ever work out." "How dare you insult me like that? Have you no respect?" "Nothing I said was a lie." "You bi-" she was cut off by the sound of the siren. It was quiet for about some minutes and someone walked into the house, it was Austin's dad.

he said again, still laughing. "Well, they say nothing humbles you better than love," Austin said with a smile. "Consider me humbled then," Andrei replied as he shifted his weight on the couch.

The stillness stretched; it was a tangible, heavy weight the two stood in between each other. Austin disgusts himself by pointing a trembling finger at her - "You are the most stupid girl on this planet," he spat aloud through clenched teeth. "You're arrogant and are so wrong here to think that you know it all. You're just a little girl, who thinks she can handle the big boys…"

In a stern tone, he stated, "The greater the power you hold, the heavier the burden you have to shoulder. This is what you have to go through to reach for the stars. Only then can your mother rest in peace!" After that, Vincent opened the door with a bang and walked out of the room. It was when he spoke his last sentence did Austin's eyelids flutter a little. Silent tears slid down his cheeks like the first drops of a light drizzle.

“I would have thought that our days of university were behind" “Watch your tone, young man,” Axl says. “Unlike you, some of us didn’t have our lives completely mapped out with a five-year plan of world domination upon graduation.” I raise my eyebrows. “I apologize for nothing.” “That’s right, man,” Quinton says, holding out a fist. I bump it and can’t stop myself from completing the steps: spreading my fingers wide while making the explosion sound, then wiggling them down, side to side, and up to my lips for a chef’s kiss finish.

“You think this is over? You think one video makes me bow?” Austin leaned closer to the camera, his voice smooth and cutting. “Not bow, Greg. Break.” Greg barked a laugh, too sharp, too forced. “You don’t get to talk about breaking. I’m in Paris with your company’s money, your headlines, your family’s legacy under my name. Tell me, Austin, who looks broken now?” Austin sipped his coffee like it was a performance, unhurried, deliberate. “The difference between you and me? You burn money to feel powerful. I burn enemies to prove I am.”

Pathetic. “No. I’m—I’m not a faggot,” Austin stammered, his face going red. He turned to Coach Marshall quickly. “I like girls. I like ladies with big boobs. Right, Coach? You’ve seen me with my girlfriend before?” I scoffed before Marshall could even open his mouth. This was getting ridiculous.

I asked, with trepidation. Austin shook his head, then he smiled. "Thank you." Right now, he took a glass of champagne from the waiter's hand. Austin smiled at the bodyguards, before he dropped the champagne glass on the floor. All the bodyguards saw the champagne glass shattered, and the glass was scattered on the floor. "When I snap my fingers, you will allow me to go upstairs." It seemed, Austin was giving instructions. Wait, wait... He's using hypnosis his?

"What if you suffered from a stroke and you needed help..?" "Then I'd die, love, then I'd die because it will be my time." "Nothing scares you... it seems." "...there is..." Austin added. "But I will not tell you that..." "I'd rather not know either way." "It's losing you." "What?" "I won't repeat myself." "You do not have to, it does not matter to me."