Put your hands over there. That's it.
You're sick, you know that?
Is your name Gaylord Focker? Yes or no?
Yes.
Are you a male nurse?
Yes.
Are you a pothead?
No.
Have you ever smoked pot?
Yes.
Did you spray-paint the tail of a cat to pass him off as Mr. Jinx?
Yes.
Did you do that because you desperately were seeking my approval?
Yes.
Because you love my daughter Pam?
Yes.
Do you want to marry her?
I did, until I met you.
What does that mean?
I love your daughter, Jack. I love her more than anything. But frankly, sir, I'm a little terrified of being your son-in-law. This whole weekend has given me a lot of doubts...about whether or not I could even survive in your family. I think you've got some serious issues.
If I lighten up, would you consider marrying my daughter?
Would you lighten up a lot?
Yeah.
Yes or no?
Yes.
Would you let me and Pam...live our lives and not interfere all the time?
I promise not interfere in your lives all the time.
Will you stop making fun of me for being a nurse?
Could you at least try, maybe, to consider another profession?
Jack, yes or no?
Ever?
No!
Okay, yes.
Would you let me and Pam sleep in the same room?
Don't push it, Focker. You're in a real mess. If you married my daughter, would you support her...in the way that she deserves to be supported?
Yes.
Would you be honest and faithful to her?
Yes.
Will you devote yourself entirely to her for the rest of your life?
Of course.
Gaylord Focker, will you be my son-in-law?
