Eric Winzenried

Austin: According to this map, the entire island is crawling with Dr. Evil's guards.

Felicity: I want to make sure the explosives didn't get wet, but I can't find them.

Austin: Look in the bottom.

Felicity: [from the view outside their tent, their silhouettes make it look like she's removing items from his rear end] Okay, I'll dig a little deeper. Wow, this bag is really full.

Austin: Just keep digging, darling.

Felicity: [taking a rope out of the bag] I'll just feel around for them. Good Lord, Austin. What sort of things do you keep in here?

Austin: Oh, anything that catches my fancy, you know. Give it a good tug.

Felicity: [taking out an umbrella] Oh, do we really need this?

Austin: I'll ask you not to open that inside, thank you very much. Okay.

Felicity: Sorry.

Private Army Soldier: [in disgust] Oh, my God.

Felicity: [something gaseous goes off] Oops, it went off.

Austin: Yes, it does that from time to time.

Felicity: [coughing from the contents of a smoke bomb] Ugh.

Austin: Yes.

Felicity: Yuck.

Austin: Yeah, that's nasty. Yeah, sorry about that.

Felicity: [trying to waft away the odor] Smelly.

Private Army Soldier: [in disgust] Oh, these people make me sick.

Austin: [Felicity opens one and takes a drink, then shrieks] Can you snap me a beer? What is it?

Felicity: It's a gerbil. How did that get in your bag?

Austin: I...I don't know.