You must've had vegetables fresher than that, growing up on a farm, Greg.
Dad, uh, Greg grew up in Detroit.
He told me he grew up on a farm.
Do they have many farms in Detroit?
No, Dina, no, not a lot. In fact, Jack, I should clarify this. I didn't actually grow up... on a farm per se. The house we grew up in was originally erected...in the early Dutch farm, colonial style. So that, plus we had a lot of pets--
Which one did you milk then?
Honey, he said he pumped milk. What have you ever milked?
I milked a cat once. You wanna hear a story?
My sister had a cat, and the cat birthed a litter of kittens. Must've been 8 of them, and there was this one little runt... this little sweet little... little-engine-that-could runt... who wanted to get up there and couldn't really get access to the-- to the-- to the-- to the-- to the teat.
What have you. I went in and just simply, you know, just-- into a little saucer, then took the saucer and fed it to Geppetto-- that's what I named him.
I had-- I had no idea you could milk a cat.
Oh, yeah, you can milk anything with nipples.
I have nipples, Greg. Could you milk me?
Are you a homeowner, Greg?
So, things are going real, real well for you, aren't they, eh, Kevo?
'Kevin: Gosh, things have been going so great lately. I got in early on some wireless I.P.O.s, and the stuff just skyrocketed from there.
What about you, Greg? What line of work are you in?
Yeah, so you know what I'm talking about. There are a lot of Benjamins to be made now with biotech stuff. I don't have to tell you that. How's your portfolio?
I'd say strong...to quite strong.
You gotta strike while the iron's hot. Now's the time.
That's right. Thank you, Jack.
Well, that's great. That's great to give something back like that. I'd love to find time to do volunteer work. Just the other day I saw this golden retriever that-- He had like a gimp, and he couldn't really-- It made me feel terrible. I wish there was something I could do.
Yeah, well, I get paid, but also it feels, you know, good too. So it's kind of an everybody wins. What are you-- You're like a Wall Street trader?
An investment guy? No. I mean, I'm willing to be painted with that brush. Yes, that's my day job.
Greg, how come you don't like cats?
I don't not like cats. I-I just-- I just prefer dogs. I mean, I'm just more of a dog kind of, you know--Come home, wagging their little tails, happy to see you kind of--
You need that assurance? You prefer an emotionally shallow animal?
You see, Greg, when you yell at a dog, his tail will go between his legs and cover his genitals, his ears will go down. A dog is very easy to break, but cats make you work for their affection. They don't sell out the way dogs do.
Greg, would you like to say grace?
Oh, uh, well, Greg's Jewish, Dad. You know that.
You're telling me Jews don't pray, honey? [to Greg] Unless you have some objection.
No, no, no, no, I'd love to. Pam, come on, it's not like I'm a rabbi or something. I've said grace at many a dinner table.
O dear God, thank You. You are such a good God to us, a kind and gentle...and accommodating God. And we thank You, O sweet, sweet Lord of hosts...for the...smorgasbord...You have so aptly lain at our table this day...and each day...by day. Day by day by day. O dear Lord, three things we pray. To love Thee more dearly, to see Thee more clearly, to follow Thee more nearly...day by day...by day. Amen. Amen.
Oh, Greg, that was lovely.
Thank you, Greg. That was interesting too.
Your dad has totally turned you against me.
I didn't turn her against you. You did that to yourself.
Jack, please. You didn't like me from the second I walked in here.
I'm a very accepting person, Focker. All I ask for is honesty.
Oh, honesty? You wanna talk about truth and honesty, Jack? Okay, let's talk a little truth and honesty. Let's talk a little "Operation Ko Samui," Jack.
What's he talking about, Dad?
Yeah, that's weird, 'cause I thought there weren't any secrets...inside the circle of trust, Jack.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You don't? Huh? What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Hey, Pam, guess what. Daddy's planning a little covert operation in Thailand for the day after the wedding.
Round and round we go, Jack. Hey. I bet everybody would love to hear about your rendezvous...in the parking lot of the Oyster Bay Drug and Sundry. You know what I'm talking about. Where the guy gave you the passports and the documents. Or how about your little phone call in Thai?
Oh, no, Dina. Jack can talk Thai. Jack talk Thai very well. I'm sorry, Pam, but your dad is not retired. He's still very much in the C.I.A.
Whoo! Nice shot, Maverick!
Denny [sarcastically]
Nice one, Nurse.
Glenn, Glenn, Glenn. You gotta rush the net on defense. Don't be afraid of the ball.
Huddle up, team. Come on. This is unacceptable.
He's gotta go for the ball.
Let's go! We're gettin' cold in here.
We're gettin' creamed. If Florence Nightingale over here would play defense.
Larry, I missed one shot.
Larry, keep floatin' where you are. You're doin' great. Denny, take the deep shots. Greg, nobody's expecting much out of you. If I set you up with the ball, can you jump up and spike it?
Denny No.
Yeah. I'd have to be pretty high, but yeah.
I bet you would, Panama Red.
The little holes are for candles.
Exactly. And then later, they'll collect rainfall. They make a tiny birdbath.
It's beautiful. What is it?
It's an altar. Or you might call it a "ho-puh."
I'm gonna take it over to the Byrneses', and tomorrow Robert and Debra will meet beneath it to become man and wife. And later, when they purchase a home, maybe it will grace their garden. Well, that's my sappy, romantic idea. [Chuckles]
Must have taken forever to build.
No, not too bad. About 18 hours. Which isn't bad, considering I carved it all by hand from one piece of wood.
Wow! It looks like somebody got an "A" in wood shop.
Yeah, it's always been kind of a hobby. I whittled that out of beech wood.
So what got you into, uh, "carpentering"? Carpentry?
I guess I'd have to say Jesus. He was a carpenter, and I just figured if you're gonna follow in someone's footsteps, who better than Christ?
Mm-hmm. Well, so was J.C. Wow. You're in good company.
[about the song Puff the Magic Dragon]
Great song.
Yeah, one of my favorites.
Who would've thought it wasn't really about a dragon, huh?
You know, the whole drug thing.
No, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?
Some people think that...to "puff the magic dragon" means to-- They're really, uh-- to smoke-- to smoke-- a marijuana cigarette.
Well, Puff's just the name of the boy's magical dragon.
Are you a pothead, Focker?
No, no, no, no, Jack. No, I'm-- I'm not-- I-- I pass on grass all the time. I mean, not all the time.
Flight Attendant I'm sorry, sir. You're gonna have to check that.
Flight Attendant No, I'm sorry. That bag won't fit.
No, I'm not-- Hey. I'm not checking my bag, okay?
Flight Attendant There's no need to raise your voice, sir.
I'm not raising my voice. This would be raising my voice to you, okay? I don't want to check my bag. By the way, your airline, you suck at checking bags. Because I already did that once, and you lost it, and then I had everything screwed up very badly for me. Okay?
Flight Attendant I can assure you that your bag...will be placed safely below deck with the other luggage.
Oh, yeah? How do you know my bag will be safe below with the other luggage? Are you physically gonna take my bag beneath the plane? Are you gonna go with the guys with the earmuffs and put it in there?
Flight Attendant No.
No? Okay. Then shut your pie hole...and listen to me when I say that I am finished...with the checking-of-the-bags conversation!
Flight Attendant Sir, we have a policy on this airline that if a bag is this large, we--
Get your grubby little paws off of my bag, okay? It's not like I have a bomb in here. It's not like I want to blow up the plane.
Flight Attendant Sir!
I wanna stow my bag according to your safety regulations.
Flight Attendant Sir, sir--
If you would take a second...and take the little sticks out of your head and clean out your ears, maybe you would see that I'm a person who has feelings, and all I have to do is do what I wanna do! All I wanna do is hold onto my bag and not listen to you! The only way that I would ever let go of my bag would be if you came over here now...and tried to pry it from my dead, lifeless fingers. Okay? If you can get it from my kung fu grip, then you can have it. Okay? Otherwise, step off, bitch.
Oh, honey, why don't you read Greg your poem?
Oh, no, he doesn't want to hear that.
What? No! What-What-What poem?
You see, when Jack had to retire...for health reasons...
That's a bunch of malarky. Honey, I'm fine.
The doctor thought it would be therapeutic if he...sort of expressed his emotions in an artistic way. Honey, you wrote the most beautiful poem about your mother.
Please, we really wanna hear it.
Oh, all right. It's a work in progress. I'm still not happy with it. As soon as it's ready, then I am going to glaze it onto a plate...and put it next to the urn.
"My Mother" by Jack Byrnes. You gave me life, you gave me milk, you gave me courage. Your name was Angela, the angel from heaven, but you were also an angel of God, and He needed you too. Selfishly I tried to keep you here...while the cancer ate away your organs...like an unstoppable rebel force. But I couldn't save you, and I shall see your face...nevermore, nevermore, nevermore, until we meet...in heaven.
Amazing. So-So--So much love, yet also so much information.
Pam, I didn't know you had a cat.
Yeah, I left him here when I moved to Chicago.
Your daddy's found his new best friend. You won't believe it. He even taught him to use the potty.
He did? Dad, that's kinda weird, isn't it?
What's so weird about it? Now we don't have to smell kitty litter all the time. That's right.
That's incredible. How did you teach the cat to use the toilet?
Oh, that was easy, Greg. I just designed a litter box to put inside the toilet, and then once he got used to it, I took it away.
But I don't think he likes it. I mean, every chance he gets, he tries to dig, squat and bury. I had to move all my potted plants off the floor.
Plus, you got another guy around the house to leave the seat up.
[The family stares at him blankly.]
He can't lift the seat, Greg. He lacks the strength and the opposable thumbs. Yeah.
[Long pause]
Ah, right. Opposable-- I didn't think about that.
Oh, my God! What's that smell?
That smell, Bob, is our shit. Focker flushed the toilet in the den, so the septic tank is overflowing.
Jack, I told you. It wasn't me. It was Jinx.
Focker, I'm not gonna tell you again! Jinx cannot flush the toilet. He's a cat, for chrissakes!
The animal doesn't even have thumbs, Focker.
He's right. My cover's blown. I-I-I am planning...a secret operation the day after the wedding.
A surprise honeymoon for Deb and Bob. You stupid son of a bitch! You just blew it!
Ko Samui is an island off the coast of Thailand! That guy I was meeting in the parking lot is Thor Svenson, my travel agent. He was giving me their visas.
Wow, Thailand. Thanks a lot, J.B. That's something.
Don't mention it. I just, um--
You know, if this nursing thing doesn't work out, Focker, I'd say you definitely have a career in espionage.
Denny [climbing in the window]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What the hell you doing in here?
Hi! I'm-- I'm Greg, Pam's friend.
Denny What? Were you just sniffing my boxers, dude?
No, dude, no. No, no, she said I could come up here, maybe borrow some clothes from you.
Denny Do me a favor. Close the door.
Denny Quick. Tell anybody I wasn't here?
No, they think you're asleep.
Denny Yeah, so, it's all good. You scared me.
Dad keeps you guys under a pretty close watch, huh?
Denny No, it's not that bad. Your little Pamcake's got it a lot worse than I do. Oh! You need some clothes.
Yes, that would be-- that would be great.
Denny Glad to hook you up. All right?
Cool. Like what you done with the crib. [looking at a poster] Oh, L'il Kim. She's phat. [Denny stares at him, confused.] P-H phat.
Denny Yeah, I think these ought a do it. All right, here you go, chief. All right! Enjoy!
Thanks a lot, Denny. No problem. Oh, and don't worry about the little covert op, all right? I'll keep it on the lowdown.
Denny Down low.
