Bob
Oh, my God! What's that smell?
Jack
That smell, Bob, is our shit. Focker flushed the toilet in the den, so the septic tank is overflowing.
Greg
Jack, I told you. It wasn't me. It was Jinx.
Jack
Focker, I'm not gonna tell you again! Jinx cannot flush the toilet. He's a cat, for chrissakes!
Larry
The animal doesn't even have thumbs, Focker.
