A character in Meet the Fockers (2004)

Jack Byrnes quotes from Meet the Fockers (2004)

Most-quoted character in Meet the Fockers (2004): in 12 of its 17 quotes
Most scenes with: Greg Focker (4), Dina Byrnes (3), Pam Byrnes (2)

A line from Jack Byrnes

I am watching you. Guess who's here. It's Professor Einstein.

More lines from Jack Byrnes

5 quotes
Jack Byrnes

Dina! Wake up and make Greg a cappuccino! Shake a leg, woman!

Jack Byrnes

Now, I've never met your parents, so I'm not going to jump to any hasty conclusions. But, like studying a frozen caveman, if I can see where you came from, I'll have a much better idea of where you're going.

Jack Byrnes

I'm not so sure this wedding is such a good idea. I don't like what I'm seeing from these Fockers.

Jack Byrnes

We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.

Scenes with Jack Byrnes

6 scenes
Jack Byrnes
[After Bernie wrecks Jack's toilet to save his dog Moses]

So much for the protection of our rolling safe house.

Oh, honey, he was trying to save his pet. I mean, what if it was Jinxy who got flushed into a toilet?

Jack Byrnes

Mr. Jinx has had extensive aquatic training. He would have known exactly what to do in the event of a submersion.
[Mr. Jinx purrs]

Jack Byrnes
[After Greg fails to understand L.J.]

That's not the sign for poop, that's the sign for milk! This is the sign for poop! [Does "poop" gesture]

Well, what's the sign for sour milk, because this, uh, tastes a little funky.

Jack Byrnes

That's because that's from Debbie's left breast, Greg.
[Greg spits it out. L.J. giggles.]

Jack Byrnes

Greg, a man reaches a certain age when he realizes what's truly important. Do you know what that is?

Love, friendship... just love, I think.

Jack Byrnes

His legacy.

That, too.

Jack Byrnes

If your family's circle joins in my family's circle, they'll form a chain. I can't have a chink in my chain.

Jack Byrnes

I don't care if they did call you Larry Poppins. You are completely unfit to handle a child.

It was Barry Poppins.

Jack Byrnes

What kind of a sick cocktail were you going to make my grandson?

Roz Focker

Jack, the baby's teething. I told Greg to give him some rum to ease the pain.

Jack Byrnes

It was your idea?

Roz Focker

Yes.

Jack Byrnes

What is wrong with you people?!

Bernie Focker

You people?

I used to rub bourbon on Denny's gums.

Jack Byrnes

Yeah! Look what happened to him. Greg, you couldn't follow a simple set of instructions?

Jack, he was screaming. So I went in and I gave him a little attention. Okay?

Jack Byrnes

He's learning to self-soothe. These setbacks are disastrous for his development.

Roz Focker

The child is adorable, but you're not raising Little Buddha over here.

Mom...

Jack Byrnes

What are you saying?

Roz Focker

I'm saying that I have seen that kid eat at least 15 boogers since he's been here. And I've got news for you, Jack,. Prodigies don't eat their own boogers.

Jack Byrnes

And I have news for you. Prodigies don't come in 10th place every time either.

Okay, Dad. That's my fiancee.

Jack Byrnes

I'm sorry. It's just that I've never seen people celebrate mediocrity the way you do.

Roz Focker

Why? Because we love our son? We hug our son? Let's get down to it. The truth is, you're so concerned about that Little Jack, but I think that it's the Little Jack in you that is crying out for a hug.

Jack Byrnes

The Little Jack in me? [Greg is getting extremely frustrated]

Roz Focker

Jack, you have issues. I'm trying to understand why you run around with a rubber boob strapped to your chest. I mean, were you ever breastfed?

Mom, stop.

Bernie Focker

Key question!

Roz Focker

My guess is no.

Jack Byrnes

Would you spare my the drugstore psychology?

[everyone starts arguing]

Everybody! All right. Everybody just... Everybody just STOP! Okay?! [the arguing stops] Jack, I'm not going to make any excuses. Yes, Little Jack wouldn't stop crying, so I gave him some hugs and I let him watch TV. I went to answer the phone, I was gone a second, I came back in, he let himself out of the playpen, he put on Scarface, and he glued his hands to the rum bottle. Okay? That's it.

Oh, stuff your muskrat, Jack! He shot Greg with truth serum before his speech.

What?!

[holds up the truth serum vial]

I found this in his pocket.

[annoyed]

Here we go again, Dad.

He did the same thing to Pam's junior prom date!

[suddenly remembering what happened]

Wait a minute. Yes. Yes! Wait a minute! You stuck a needle in my neck!

Roz Focker

You drugged my son?!

Jack Byrnes

I had no choice. He refuses to tell the truth.

Roz Focker
[defensively]

Because he's terrified and thinks he has to impress you. He's had us trying to impress you, but in my opinion, Jack, I think it's you, who should be trying to impress us!

Bernie
[gets up from under a bus]

Yes! There you go, Jacko! Yes! Man, we're gonna have a grandchild! Come on, we should be celebrating.

Jack

How could you not see it? Greg is completely unfit to handle a child. He's neglected his own son for 15 years.

Hey, Jack, I didn't even know he existed.

Roz

That's right.

Jack

Oh, who knows what to believe with you? You're dishonest about everything.

You're so much better, Jack? Why don't you tell everybody what you did last night to Greg at the party?

Jack

Muskrat, Dina.

Oh, stuff your muskrat, Jack! He shot Greg with truth serum before his speech.

What?!

[holds up the truth serum vial]

I found this in his pocket.

Pam
[annoyed]

Here we go again, Dad.

He did the same thing to Pam's junior prom date!

[suddenly remembering what happened]

Wait a minute. Yes, yes! Wait a minute! You stuck a needle in my neck!

Roz

You drugged my son?

Jack

I had no choice. He refuses to tell the truth.

Roz
[defensively]

Because he's terrified and thinks he has to impress you. He's had us trying to impress you. But in my opinion, Jack, I think it's you who should be trying to impress us!

Bernie

Jack, you've insulted me, my wife, my son, our entire way of life. I've sat back and taken it, but now you've crossed the line, sir, and I am going to have to kick your ass.

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