MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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What do you mean, she was a hot number.	If you had an American Express card she'd give you a blowjob. Listen, this girl worked in a tanning salon, need I say more?...What do you do?
This tastes weird. Harley? It's me. I need your services. Translate that anyway you'd like. I'm at-	You're at Paul Owen s.
You're at Paul Owen s.	Who?
Who?	Paul Owen.
Paul Owen.	I want the number, idiot. Anyway, I'm at Paul Norman's and I'll try you later and if I don't see you at Canal Bar tomorrow night I'm going to sic my hairdresser on you.
Hello, Halberstam. Nice tie. How the hell are you?	I've been great. And you?
And Cecelia, how is she? Where is she tonight?	Cecelia is, well...you know
Cecelia is, well...you know	Evelyn. Great ass. Goes out with that loser Patrick Bateman. What a dork.
Evelyn. Great ass. Goes out with that loser Patrick Bateman. What a dork.	Another Martini, Paul?
How can he lie like that? How can he pull that shit?	What shit? Now where do we have reservations at? I mean I'm not really hungry, but I would like to have reservations somewhere.
What shit? Now where do we have reservations at? I mean I'm not really hungry, but I would like to have reservations somewhere.	I don't believe it. He looks so...normal. He seems so... out of it. So...undangerous.
I just don't see how someone, anyone, can appear that way and yet be involved in such total shit. How can you be so fucking, I don't know, cool about it?	Some guys are just born cool, I guess.
It seems the tables have turned again, Dr. Evil.	Not really. Kill the little bastard. See what I care.
Not really. Kill the little bastard. See what I care.	Man, you are one chilly square!
Mr. Powers, my job is to acclimate you to the Nineties. You know, a lot's changed since 1967.	Well, as long as people are still having promiscuous sex with many anonymous partners without protection, while at the same time experimenting with mind-expanding drugs in a consequence-free environment, I'll be sound as a pound.
Well, as long as people are still having promiscuous sex with many anonymous partners without protection, while at the same time experimenting with mind-expanding drugs in a consequence-free environment, I'll be sound as a pound.	My mother's told me all about you.
My mother's told me all about you.	If it's a lie, goddamn her. It it's the truth, goddamn me. God, I hope that's witty. How's your mum?
If it's a lie, goddamn her. It it's the truth, goddamn me. God, I hope that's witty. How's your mum?	My mother's doing quite well, thank you very much.
Pretty groovy Jumbo Jet, eh? How does a hot chick like you end up working at the Ministry of Defense?	I went to Oxford and excelled in several subjects, but I ended up specializing in foreign languages. I wanted to travel -- see the world. In my last year I was accepted into the M.O.D. in the Cultural Studies sector. I thought I was off on an exciting career, but my job was to read everything printed in every country. It's very boring. My whole day is spent reading wedding announcements in Farsi. If I do well with this case, I finally get promoted to field operative...
I went to Oxford and excelled in several subjects, but I ended up specializing in foreign languages. I wanted to travel -- see the world. In my last year I was accepted into the M.O.D. in the Cultural Studies sector. I thought I was off on an exciting career, but my job was to read everything printed in every country. It's very boring. My whole day is spent reading wedding announcements in Farsi. If I do well with this case, I finally get promoted to field operative...	That's fascinating, Vanessa. Listen, why don't we go into the back and shag?
That's fascinating, Vanessa. Listen, why don't we go into the back and shag?	I beg your pardon?
I beg your pardon?	I've been frozen for thirty years, man, I want to see if my bits and pieces are still working.
I've been frozen for thirty years, man, I want to see if my bits and pieces are still working.	Excuse me?
Excuse me?	My wedding tackle.
My wedding tackle.	I'm sorry?
I'm sorry?	My meat and two veg.
My meat and two veg.	Mr. Powers, please. I know that you must be a little confused, but we have a very serious situation at hand. I would appreciate it if you'd concentrate on our mission and give your libido a rest.
Mr. Powers, please. I know that you must be a little confused, but we have a very serious situation at hand. I would appreciate it if you'd concentrate on our mission and give your libido a rest.	Have you ever made love to a Chigro?
Have you ever made love to a Chigro?	A Chigro?
A Chigro?	You know, a Chigro... part Chinese, part Negro... Chigro.
You know, a Chigro... part Chinese, part Negro... Chigro.	We don't use the term 'Negro' anymore. It's considered offensive.
We don't use the term 'Negro' anymore. It's considered offensive.	That's right. You're supposed to say 'colored' now, right? Here's the stewardesses! Bring on the sexy stews!
Brrrr! She must be frigid. There's two things I know about life: one, Americans will never take to soccer. Two, Swedish girls and stewardesses love to shag! They're shag-mad, man! Let me ask you a question, Vanessa, and be honest.	Sure.
Sure.	Do I make you horny?
Do I make you horny?	What?
What?	Do I make you horny? Randy, you know. To you, am I eros manifest?
Do I make you horny? Randy, you know. To you, am I eros manifest?	I hope this is part of the unfreezing process.
I hope this is part of the unfreezing process.	Listen, Vanessa, I'm a swinger... That's what I do, I swing.
Listen, Vanessa, I'm a swinger... That's what I do, I swing.	I understand that, Mr. Powers, but let me be perfectly clear with you, perhaps to the point of being insulting. I will never have sex with you, ever. If you were the last man on Earth and I was the last woman on Earth, and the future of the human race depended on our having sex simply for procreation, I still would not have sex with you.
I can't see a bloody thing.	Oh, I forgot to tell you, they're prescription X-ray glasses. I have very bad astigmatism.
Hello, hello. That's Dr. Evil's cat.	How do you know?
How do you know?	I never forget a pussy... cat.
I haven't had fun like that since college.	I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.	Why?
Why?	I'm sorry that bug up your ass had to die.
All right, I get it. I have bad teeth. You have to understand, in Britain in the Sixties you could be a sex symbol and still have bad teeth. It didn't matter.	No, no, no. We'll use the floss to get to the ledge.
No, no, no. We'll use the floss to get to the ledge.	Smashing idea! Give it to me.
Danger Powers, personal effects.	Actually, my name's Austin Powers.
Actually, my name's Austin Powers.	It says here, name Danger Powers.
It says here, name Danger Powers.	Danger's my middle name.
Danger's my middle name.	OK, Austin Danger Powers: One blue crushed-velvet suit. One frilly lace cravat. One gold medallion with peace symbol. One pair of Italian shoes. One pair of tie-dyed socks, purple. One vinyl recording album: Tom Jones, Live at Las Vegas. One Swedish-made penis enlarger pump.
OK, Austin Danger Powers: One blue crushed-velvet suit. One frilly lace cravat. One gold medallion with peace symbol. One pair of Italian shoes. One pair of tie-dyed socks, purple. One vinyl recording album: Tom Jones, Live at Las Vegas. One Swedish-made penis enlarger pump.	That's not mine.
That's not mine.	One credit card receipt for Swedish- made penis enlarger pump, signed Austin Powers.
One credit card receipt for Swedish- made penis enlarger pump, signed Austin Powers.	I'm telling you, baby, that's not mine.
I'm telling you, baby, that's not mine.	One warranty card for Swedish-made penis enlarger pump, filled out by Austin Powers.
One warranty card for Swedish-made penis enlarger pump, filled out by Austin Powers.	I don't even know what this is. This sort of thing ain't my bag, baby.
I don't even know what this is. This sort of thing ain't my bag, baby.	One book: Swedish-Made Penis Enlarger Pumps and Me: This Sort of Thing Is My Bag, Baby, by Austin Powers.
Dad, we just made a breakthrough in group!	I had the group liquidated, you little shit. They were insolent.
I had the group liquidated, you little shit. They were insolent.	I hate you! I hate you! I wish I was never artificially created in a lab.
I hate you! I hate you! I wish I was never artificially created in a lab.	Scott, don't say that...
Umm, that also has already happened.	Right. Oh, hell, let's just do what we always do. Let's hijack some nuclear weapons and hold the world hostage. Gentlemen, it's come to my attention that a breakaway Russian Republic called Kreplachistan will be transferring a nuclear warhead to the United Nations in a few days. Here's the plan. We get the warhead, and we hold the world ransom... ...FOR ONE MILLION DOLLARS!
Well, God knows he tried, but I've been rather firm with him, Mummy. You didn't tell me he was so obsessed with sex. It's bizarre.	You can't judge him by modern standards. He's very much a product of his times. In my day he could have any woman he wanted.
You can't judge him by modern standards. He's very much a product of his times. In my day he could have any woman he wanted.	What about his teeth?
What about his teeth?	You have to understand, in Britain in the Sixties you could be a sex symbol and still have bad teeth. It didn't matter.
You have to understand, in Britain in the Sixties you could be a sex symbol and still have bad teeth. It didn't matter.	I just don't see it.
I just don't see it.	Just wait. Once Austin gets you in his charms, it's impossible to get out.
Just wait. Once Austin gets you in his charms, it's impossible to get out.	Did you ever...
Did you ever...	Of course not. I was married to your father.
Of course not. I was married to your father.	Did you ever want to?
Did you ever want to?	Austin is very charming, very debonair. He's handsome, witty, has a knowledge of fine wines, sophisticated, a world-renowned photographer. Women want him, men want to be him. He's a lover of love-- every bit an International Man of Mystery.
Bad news. Father's looking for you. Where are those bloody ministers?	Have a look at this.
Cocky little bastard. I hope he was a baddy.	I feel sure of it.
I feel sure of it.	I'm Alice. Mother said you'd be on your way. Mrs. Peel with you?
I'm Alice. Mother said you'd be on your way. Mrs. Peel with you?	She was ...
I'm totally blown away. You're getting married. It seems like only yesterday I showed you how to have oral sex.	Deb, I want to throw you a shower.
Denmark makes great Nautilus equipment.	I'd like to jerk and press those babies.
Rick, I want to talk to you.	Ah, Cole. I don't remember ordering an asshole from room service.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. My car's gone!	Maybe it had something to do.
Maybe it had something to do.	Shit!
Cole, what the hell are you doing?	She's mine!
Some fat slob in the next booth is making a lot of noise.	Well, tell the asshole to shut up.
Well, tell the asshole to shut up.	Right. Hey, shut up. Okay, sir.
Right. Hey, shut up. Okay, sir.	Sorry, I can't hear you. Some pin head's yelling... Shut up, I'm talking here. Now look, I want you to go back and I don't care what you do. Stop that marriage.
Cole, we've got to talk.	Finally realized Rick's a jerk, huh?
Finally realized Rick's a jerk, huh?	No, Cole, I...
No, Cole, I...	It's all right, I forgive you. I'm not the vengeful type. We'll forget what happened. Why don't we take a trip together? Maybe kill a few lions in Kenya over Christmas.
It's all right, I forgive you. I'm not the vengeful type. We'll forget what happened. Why don't we take a trip together? Maybe kill a few lions in Kenya over Christmas.	Cole, listen to me... I've got to tell you...
Cole, listen to me... I've got to tell you...	You know, when you dumped me for that wimp, I thought, Cole, she'll be back. God wants the two of you to be together, and sure enough...
You know, when you dumped me for that wimp, I thought, Cole, she'll be back. God wants the two of you to be together, and sure enough...	Cole, I'm marrying Rick.
Cole, I'm marrying Rick.	You're marrying him? Then why are you coming back to me?
You're marrying him? Then why are you coming back to me?	I'm not. I just thought I should tell you myself before you heard it somewhere else.
Jumbo, where the hell are the women?	What are you talking about, asshole?
What are you talking about, asshole?	Your whores never showed up.
Your whores never showed up.	They left an hour ago, pink nuts.
They left an hour ago, pink nuts.	Screw you!
That's it, prick lips.	What are you...
What are you...	I've had it, numb nuts... How much money you got?
I've had it, numb nuts... How much money you got?	Why?
Why?	Because I'm pissed off. Now give me your cash.
Screw you... Screw that... Don't jerk me around. You promised me 1500 seats for the Police Concert... 1500, not fifteen!... Screw that... Screw you -- Screw Sting. Hi, guys.	Gary, you're quite an animal.

What do you mean, she was a hot number.

If you had an American Express card she'd give you a blowjob. Listen, this girl worked in a tanning salon, need I say more?...What do you do?

This tastes weird. Harley? It's me. I need your services. Translate that anyway you'd like. I'm at-

You're at Paul Owen s.

Who?

Paul Owen.

I want the number, idiot. Anyway, I'm at Paul Norman's and I'll try you later and if I don't see you at Canal Bar tomorrow night I'm going to sic my hairdresser on you.

Hello, Halberstam. Nice tie. How the hell are you?

I've been great. And you?

And Cecelia, how is she? Where is she tonight?

Cecelia is, well...you know

Evelyn. Great ass. Goes out with that loser Patrick Bateman. What a dork.

Another Martini, Paul?

How can he lie like that? How can he pull that shit?

What shit? Now where do we have reservations at? I mean I'm not really hungry, but I would like to have reservations somewhere.

I don't believe it. He looks so...normal. He seems so... out of it. So...undangerous.

I just don't see how someone, anyone, can appear that way and yet be involved in such total shit. How can you be so fucking, I don't know, cool about it?

Some guys are just born cool, I guess.

It seems the tables have turned again, Dr. Evil.

Not really. Kill the little bastard. See what I care.

Man, you are one chilly square!

Mr. Powers, my job is to acclimate you to the Nineties. You know, a lot's changed since 1967.

Well, as long as people are still having promiscuous sex with many anonymous partners without protection, while at the same time experimenting with mind-expanding drugs in a consequence-free environment, I'll be sound as a pound.

My mother's told me all about you.

If it's a lie, goddamn her. It it's the truth, goddamn me. God, I hope that's witty. How's your mum?

My mother's doing quite well, thank you very much.

Pretty groovy Jumbo Jet, eh? How does a hot chick like you end up working at the Ministry of Defense?

I went to Oxford and excelled in several subjects, but I ended up specializing in foreign languages. I wanted to travel -- see the world. In my last year I was accepted into the M.O.D. in the Cultural Studies sector. I thought I was off on an exciting career, but my job was to read everything printed in every country. It's very boring. My whole day is spent reading wedding announcements in Farsi. If I do well with this case, I finally get promoted to field operative...

That's fascinating, Vanessa. Listen, why don't we go into the back and shag?

I beg your pardon?

I've been frozen for thirty years, man, I want to see if my bits and pieces are still working.

Excuse me?

My wedding tackle.

I'm sorry?

My meat and two veg.

Mr. Powers, please. I know that you must be a little confused, but we have a very serious situation at hand. I would appreciate it if you'd concentrate on our mission and give your libido a rest.

Have you ever made love to a Chigro?

A Chigro?

You know, a Chigro... part Chinese, part Negro... Chigro.

We don't use the term 'Negro' anymore. It's considered offensive.

That's right. You're supposed to say 'colored' now, right? Here's the stewardesses! Bring on the sexy stews!

Brrrr! She must be frigid. There's two things I know about life: one, Americans will never take to soccer. Two, Swedish girls and stewardesses love to shag! They're shag-mad, man! Let me ask you a question, Vanessa, and be honest.

Sure.

Do I make you horny?

What?

Do I make you horny? Randy, you know. To you, am I eros manifest?

I hope this is part of the unfreezing process.

Listen, Vanessa, I'm a swinger... That's what I do, I swing.

I understand that, Mr. Powers, but let me be perfectly clear with you, perhaps to the point of being insulting. I will never have sex with you, ever. If you were the last man on Earth and I was the last woman on Earth, and the future of the human race depended on our having sex simply for procreation, I still would not have sex with you.

I can't see a bloody thing.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, they're prescription X-ray glasses. I have very bad astigmatism.

Hello, hello. That's Dr. Evil's cat.

How do you know?

I never forget a pussy... cat.

I haven't had fun like that since college.

I'm sorry.

Why?

I'm sorry that bug up your ass had to die.

All right, I get it. I have bad teeth. You have to understand, in Britain in the Sixties you could be a sex symbol and still have bad teeth. It didn't matter.

No, no, no. We'll use the floss to get to the ledge.

Smashing idea! Give it to me.

Danger Powers, personal effects.

Actually, my name's Austin Powers.

It says here, name Danger Powers.

Danger's my middle name.

OK, Austin Danger Powers: One blue crushed-velvet suit. One frilly lace cravat. One gold medallion with peace symbol. One pair of Italian shoes. One pair of tie-dyed socks, purple. One vinyl recording album: Tom Jones, Live at Las Vegas. One Swedish-made penis enlarger pump.

That's not mine.

One credit card receipt for Swedish- made penis enlarger pump, signed Austin Powers.

I'm telling you, baby, that's not mine.

One warranty card for Swedish-made penis enlarger pump, filled out by Austin Powers.

I don't even know what this is. This sort of thing ain't my bag, baby.

One book: Swedish-Made Penis Enlarger Pumps and Me: This Sort of Thing Is My Bag, Baby, by Austin Powers.

Dad, we just made a breakthrough in group!

I had the group liquidated, you little shit. They were insolent.

I hate you! I hate you! I wish I was never artificially created in a lab.

Scott, don't say that...

Umm, that also has already happened.

Right. Oh, hell, let's just do what we always do. Let's hijack some nuclear weapons and hold the world hostage. Gentlemen, it's come to my attention that a breakaway Russian Republic called Kreplachistan will be transferring a nuclear warhead to the United Nations in a few days. Here's the plan. We get the warhead, and we hold the world ransom... ...FOR ONE MILLION DOLLARS!

Well, God knows he tried, but I've been rather firm with him, Mummy. You didn't tell me he was so obsessed with sex. It's bizarre.

You can't judge him by modern standards. He's very much a product of his times. In my day he could have any woman he wanted.

What about his teeth?

You have to understand, in Britain in the Sixties you could be a sex symbol and still have bad teeth. It didn't matter.

I just don't see it.

Just wait. Once Austin gets you in his charms, it's impossible to get out.

Did you ever...

Of course not. I was married to your father.

Did you ever want to?

Austin is very charming, very debonair. He's handsome, witty, has a knowledge of fine wines, sophisticated, a world-renowned photographer. Women want him, men want to be him. He's a lover of love-- every bit an International Man of Mystery.

Bad news. Father's looking for you. Where are those bloody ministers?

Have a look at this.

Cocky little bastard. I hope he was a baddy.

I feel sure of it.

I'm Alice. Mother said you'd be on your way. Mrs. Peel with you?

She was ...

I'm totally blown away. You're getting married. It seems like only yesterday I showed you how to have oral sex.

Deb, I want to throw you a shower.

Denmark makes great Nautilus equipment.

I'd like to jerk and press those babies.

Rick, I want to talk to you.

Ah, Cole. I don't remember ordering an asshole from room service.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. My car's gone!

Maybe it had something to do.

Shit!

Cole, what the hell are you doing?

She's mine!

Some fat slob in the next booth is making a lot of noise.

Well, tell the asshole to shut up.

Right. Hey, shut up. Okay, sir.

Sorry, I can't hear you. Some pin head's yelling... Shut up, I'm talking here. Now look, I want you to go back and I don't care what you do. Stop that marriage.

Cole, we've got to talk.

Finally realized Rick's a jerk, huh?

No, Cole, I...

It's all right, I forgive you. I'm not the vengeful type. We'll forget what happened. Why don't we take a trip together? Maybe kill a few lions in Kenya over Christmas.

Cole, listen to me... I've got to tell you...

You know, when you dumped me for that wimp, I thought, Cole, she'll be back. God wants the two of you to be together, and sure enough...

Cole, I'm marrying Rick.

You're marrying him? Then why are you coming back to me?

I'm not. I just thought I should tell you myself before you heard it somewhere else.

Jumbo, where the hell are the women?

What are you talking about, asshole?

Your whores never showed up.

They left an hour ago, pink nuts.

Screw you!

That's it, prick lips.

What are you...

I've had it, numb nuts... How much money you got?

Why?

Because I'm pissed off. Now give me your cash.

Screw you... Screw that... Don't jerk me around. You promised me 1500 seats for the Police Concert... 1500, not fifteen!... Screw that... Screw you -- Screw Sting. Hi, guys.

Gary, you're quite an animal.