"Riiiiight. There's Daddy's scary boy! Who's going to win? We are! That's right. We're two 'crazy mo-fos,'" he says in his weird, stilted accent and with the aid of finger quotes.

Doctor Evil rubs the top of Mini-Me's diminutive head and nods.

"Yeah, they don't know... with whom they are mess-ing!"

One side of his mouth lifts in a grin. It is nowhere near as intimidating as his clone's.

"No? Too grammatical? Oh, well. I'm e-vil, not crass. Let's go."