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 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?
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 devlopment.
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 and I've got news for you, Jack, prodigies don't eat there own boogers.
Jack Byrnes:
And I've got news for you. Prodigies don't come in 10th place every time either.
Pam Byrnes:
Okay, Dad. That's my fiance.
Jack Byrnes:
I'm sorry. It's just that I've never seen people celebrate mediocrity the way you do.
Roz Focker:
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 frusrated]
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? My guess is no.
Jack Byrnes:
Will you spare my the drugstore pyschology.
Greg Focker:
[
everyone starts arguing] Everybody! All right. Everybody just... Everybody just STOP, okay?
[
everyone is quiet]
Greg Focker:
Jack, I am 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 for a second, I came back, 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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