Jack Byrnes: I don't care if they did call you Larry Poppins. You are completely unfit to handle a child.
Greg Focker: It was Barry Poppins.
Jack Byrnes: What kind of a sick ****tail 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?
Dina Byrnes: 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?
Greg Focker: 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.
Greg Focker: 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.
Pam Byrnes: 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?
Greg Focker: Mom, stop.
Bernie Focker: Key question!
Roz Focker: My guess is no.
Jack Byrnes: Would you spare my the drugstore psychology?
Greg Focker: [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.
Greg Focker: It was Barry Poppins.
Jack Byrnes: What kind of a sick ****tail 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?
Dina Byrnes: 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?
Greg Focker: 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.
Greg Focker: 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.
Pam Byrnes: 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?
Greg Focker: Mom, stop.
Bernie Focker: Key question!
Roz Focker: My guess is no.
Jack Byrnes: Would you spare my the drugstore psychology?
Greg Focker: [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.
Jack Byrnes : I don't care if they did call you Larry Poppins. You are completely unfit to handle a child.
Greg Focker : It was Barry Poppins.
Jack Byrnes : What kind of a sick ****tail 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?
Dina Byrnes : 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?
Greg Focker : 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.
Greg Focker : 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.
Pam Byrnes : 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?
Greg Focker : Mom, stop.
Bernie Focker : Key question!
Roz Focker : My guess is no.
Jack Byrnes : Would you spare my the drugstore psychology?
Greg Focker : [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.
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