"You must do something!" "Baby is coming!" "Yeah." "I know baby is coming!" "Miss, you've to stay calm and take deep breaths, okay?" "Myra, I need a doctor here right now." "I am working on it." "You're not a doctor?" "No, I am a nurse." "You are man and you are nurse?" "What kind of man is nurse?" "Look, folks, I'm a professional, okay?" "I know exactly what I'm doing, so just trust me, everything's going to be fine, all right?" "Okay." "Yeah." "Yeah." "You're fully dilated." "Hey, I need that doctor right now." "There are no free doctors." "Nurse, you're gonna have to deliver that baby yourself." "I can see the head!" "Holy shit!" "Check it out." "We did it." "We had a boy." "A boy." "You are my hero." "Mmm-hmm." "I name baby for you." "Oh!" "You don't have to do that." "Yeah." "I must." "It is Latvian tradition." "We'll name the baby..." "Hello, you've reached the Fockers." "We're not around, so leave us a message." "Goodbye." "Roz, how the hell do you shut this thing off?" "I have no idea." "Just press a button." "I'm pretty sure it's off." "Honey, you want a chimichanga?" "I thought they gave you gas." "A little bit, but it's worth it." "Worth it for you, but I'm the one that gets the fumes." "Honey, I'm in the mood for a chimichanga." "So make a" "Hi, guys, it's me." "Dad, I told you six months ago you have to change that message." "Anyway, I'm just calling to double check 'cause I didn't hear back from you." "You know that Pam and I are flying out to Oyster Bay today." "And, then, we're flying to Miami tomorrow with the Byrneses." "And our flight gets in 7:30, so we should be at the house around 9:00." "So just give me a call back on my cell, okay?" "'Cause I want to go over a few things about Pam's dad and just, uh, just some other stuff for the weekend." "All right." "I Love you, bye." "Hey!" "Hey, sweetie." "How was your shift?" "Oh!" "Guess what?" "What?" "I delivered my first baby." "No way." "Mmm." "Yeah." "Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you." "It was incredible." "I mean, just" "Just to be pulling this Life force out of this woman's..." "You know, I mean, it was just so" " It was..." "The whole baby thing is-- It's so cool." "That's great, honey." "That's great." "So, uh, are you ready to go?" "I want to get to the airport early." "I know." "Just give me a second." "You know how things always goes wrong." "The flight leaves in four hours." "I wish we could set a wedding date without our parents actually having to meet." "Honey, this weekend is gonna be fine." "And your parents are great." "Oh, they're great in small doses." "Well, 48 hours in Coconut Grove is a small dose." "Besides, you've already won over my dad, and that is the hard part." "Mmm." "That is true." "I mean, I am still in the Byrnes family circle of trust, right?" "You're firmly in the circle." "Finally." "Oh, taxi!" "Going to the airport?" "Yeah." "Take mine." "Great." "Nice guy." "Yeah." "You two, you're up." "Oh, dear." "What?" "Well, they overbooked coach." "So what does that mean?" "Do we miss our flight or..." "Well, we are gonna have to upgrade you to first class." "Really?" "Thank you." "Oh!" "Sir, why don't you let me take that for you?" "Okay, yeah." "So, uh, you wanna check it or put it on another flight 'cause that's cool, whatever you want to do." "I'm just gonna store it in the Captain's closet." "That was nice." "Yeah." "Champagne?" "Thank you." "Champagne, sir?" "Thank you." "Enjoy." "Would you like to purchase rental insurance, Mr. Focker?" "Um..." "No." "Thanks." "No?" "It's a scam." "That's how they make all their money." "That's true." "You don't need it." "Get out of here." "The House of Byrnes." "Lot of good memories here." "Mom?" "Dad?" "I am watching you." "Well, almost, but you have to do it with two fingers." "One on each eye like this:" "I am watching you." "We'll get back to that later." "Guess who's here?" "It's Prof. Einstein." "Hi, Little Jack." "You're a genius." "I see a Nobel Prize in your future." "Yes, I do." "Study break, boys." "Company's here." "Pamcake!" "Flapjack!" "Shortstack, shortstack coming up!" "Put some syrup in the cup." "Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa." "That's how it goes, right?" "That's okay, Greg." "Nice to see you." "Yes." "Nice to see you, Grandpa." "My God." "How did my nephew get so big?" "Look at you." "You look just like your mommy." "He does, doesn't he?" "Hey." "Hey." "This is Greg." "Remember we talked about him?" "Hey." "Sorry, Greg." "The card only comes in one gender." "Oh!" "Yeah." "Now, that's-- that's all right." "He's taking you in." "He has a very keen sense for people, Greg." "Mmm." "He's a chip off the old block, huh?" "We might have another CIA man on our hands here." "I'd be discreet about my profession, Greg, if I were you." "You know what I mean?" "As far as your parents are concerned, I'm still a horticulturist." "Hey, why is Little Jack here?" "Are Deb and Bob house-sitting, while we're in Florida?" "No, they're in Ko Saimii, Thailand." "Checking on the clinic they opened during their honeymoon." "What is all this stuff, anyway?" "After Denny was sent away to military school, your father turned this into a learning laboratory for you-know-who over there." "And do you talk yet, Mr. Munchkinhead?" "Greg, Greg, Greg." "Don't infantilize him." "Talk to him like an adult." "Muskrat." "Huh?" "Muskrat, Jack." "All right." "Just try to understand he's a little person." "His communication skills aren't verbal yet, but he understands." "Observe." "L.J., are you hungry?" "Oh, wow." "Look at that." ""I would like to eat more please."" ""I'd like a nap, and then later I'll enjoy a nice poop."" "Oh, yeah." "I've heard about this, this baby signing stuff." "This is like cutting edge." "Like..." "Yeah." "Well, at this age, Greg, his mind is like a sponge." "Look, when he reaches your age, for example, his mind will be far less capable of absorbing useful information." "So cute." "Hey, can I hold him?" "Oh, I" " I don't think that's such a good idea, Greg." "Muskrat." "Uh..." "All right, all right." "This is Greg." "Greg will not drop you, okay?" "Okay." "Be careful." "Hello." "Oh!" "Hello." "Hey." "I think he likes me." "No?" "Ow!" "Oh, shit!" "Focker." "He's absorbing you like a sponge." "I don't want the first word out of his mouth to be a profanity." "It's okay." "It's okay." "Cover your nose." "You're terrifying him." "Focker!" "It's cool that your dad is so into being a grandparent." "Yeah, I guess so." "It kinda freaks my mom out." "She says he spends every last second with that kid." "Oh, my God." "Daddy?" "Wow." "Daddy, what is this thing?" "It's a custom-designed, climate-controlled motor coach." "Jack calls it the Highlight of our Twilight." "Wow." "This is incredible." "Isn't it?" "Yeah." "Ooh!" "Like a tank." "Well, in these uncertain times, Greg," "I opted for a Kevlar-reinforced hull with two-inch thick plexiglas windows, just like the ones they design on the Russian Widowmaker submarines." "I want you to conduct a field test for us, Greg." "I want you to demonstrate the impregnable outer skin of the coach." "Throw it at the window." "Oh." "Jack, I'm not gonna" "I'm not gonna throw a brick at your window." "It's a simple demonstration." "No, I'd" " I'd really rather not." "Throw the brick." "Okay." "Great." "Just..." "All your might." "All right." "Don't worry, your rental insurance should take care of it." "You all right?" "What happened?" "Come on, we'll call a tow truck from the road." "Road?" "Yeah." "We're driving this to Miami." "I thought we were" " I thought we were, we're flying tomorrow." "No, No." "Airline travel being what it is these days, so unreliable," "I'll feel much more comfortable knowing I have my own Posturepedic bed, my own thermostat, my own lavatory facility." "Uh-huh." "So-- so we're all going to be in this together?" "We hit the road in exactly seven minutes, 27 seconds." "This way we'll get in early, spend an extra half day with your parents, getting to know them." "Isn't that great?" "That is great." "Worth it for you but I'm the one that gets the fumes." "Honey, I'm in the mood for a chimichanga." "So make a" "Hey, guys, uh, it's me." "Listen, I'm getting a little worried." "I haven't heard back from you." "Hope you got the message." "There's been a little change of plans." "We're gonna be, uh, coming down in Jack's RV now, so we'll be arriving tomorrow afternoon, not tomorrow night." "Okay?" "Tomorrow afternoon." "And, also, uh, they're bringing their little grandson, so, uh, he's like a baby." "So..." "I don't know." "Oh, welcome aboard, me hearties." "Hey, this is incredible." "Yes, it's as big as our apartment." "Pretty neat, huh?" "Hey!" "Mr. Jinx finally learned how to flush the toilet, huh?" "Yeah." "Jack installed a special flusher, and he learnt how to do that in about two days." "Right, Jack?" "Hey there, Jinxy." "How you doing?" "Ready to hit the road, Co-Captain?" "Wow!" "I'm the Co-Captain?" "Let's set sail, sailor." "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." "This is Captain Jack Byrnes speaking." "Yeah, Daddy!" "A quick announcement." "As a courtesy to your fellow passengers, please remember that the onboard lavatory should be used for number one only." "Should the need for number two arise, we'll stop at the nearest rest stop, gas station, or heavily wooded area." "Thank you." "Welcome aboard." "I like that thing." "Hey, do you mind if I, uh, make a little announcement?" "Well..." "Only the captain gets to make an announcement." "You want to honk the horn?" "Um..." "Sure." "Only the captain gets to honk the horn." "Oh, look!" "Hey, Jinxy, see that?" "You hungry?" "Do you want some milk?" "Hey!" "Jack?" "Oh, she wants you to honk the horn." "Not interested." "Rules of the road." "She honks, you honk." "Come on, Jack." "Come on." "Give her a honk." "There you go." "It's like a team or something." ""Honk if your are horny."" "Thanks for that, Greg." "...for you but I'm the one that gets the fumes." "Honey, I'm in the mood for a chimichanga." "So make a" "Hey, there." "No hard feelings, all right?" "Friends?" "What's that?" "What're you saying?" "Now, wait a minute." "What does this mean?" "I know what this means." "Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze." "Oh, poop!" "You got to poop, right?" "Okay, good." "Thank you for warning me." "Everybody poops." "Sometimes it hurts." "It's okay." "Just let it come out." "What did you do, Focker?" "Nothing." "He..." "I think he has to poop." "That's not the sign for poop." "That's the sign for milk." "This is the sign for poop." "Oh!" "What's the sign for sour milk?" "'Cause, uh this tastes a little funky." "That's because it's from Debbie's left breast, Greg." "Fortunately, she pumped for a week to give us enough for the trip." "Okay, snack pack for Little Jack." "What are you doing there?" "Well, during the breastfeeding stage, Greg, infants can get very confused and upset when they're separated from their mothers." "So I invented something to ease L. J.'s anxiety during chow time." "I call it the Mannary Gland." "I had it made from an exact cast of Debbie's left bosom." "Oh, yeah." "Okay." "It's been so effective," "I'm thinking of getting it patented." "Would you like to touch it?" "Uh, I wouldn't." "Oh, come on, feel how soft it is." "I can" " I can see how soft it is from here." "No, feel it, Greg." "It's very-- It looks very" "Just feel the breast, Greg." "Just a..." "Oh, watch the nipple." "Just around here." "Nipple is his." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." "It's got a great, lifelike, and a..." "Or what I would imagine" "Debbie's breast might-- might actually feel like." "Not that I would know." "Greg." "What?" "Honey, you promised you wouldn't take the boob out in front of company." "It's nothing to be ashamed of." "Breast-feeding is perfectly natural." "Dad, that's not natural, that's just weird." "As soon as Little Jack's topped off, we're gonna hit the road." "Oh!" "Oh, Jack, you can't drive any more tonight." "Dr. Monroe said no aggravating your sciatica." "Honey, we're on a very precise schedule." "We bunk here tonight, we hit horrendous traffic in the morning." "Greg?" "Yeah." "Maybe you could drive the night shift." "I could do that." "I am the Co-Captain." "So, I think that falls under my responsibilities, right?" "Yeah." "Keep her at 55, stay alert." "Yeah, yeah." "I've been wanting to get behind the wheel of this big boy." "You got it." "Pass." "Sorry, got to go 55." "Captain Jack's orders." "Hmm." "Hey!" "Would you like some company, Greg?" "Uh, yeah, sure." "If you can't sleep." "Go on." "Have a seat." "How about a cappuccino?" "Oh, you don't have to do that." "It's no problem for me." "Really?" "Yeah?" "Okay." "Dina!" "Wake up and make Greg a cappuccino!" "Shake a leg, woman!" "Jesus, Jack, you know, I'm not that tired." "Really." "Relax, Greg." "This cockpit's completely soundproofed." "You should've seen the look on your face." "Okay, okay." "You got me." "That was-- That was a good one." "Yes, it was." "Yes." "Mmm-hmm." "It's funny." "But you should never talk to a woman like that, you know that, Greg." "It's disrespectful." "Right, of course." "Yeah." "Greg, a man reaches a certain age when he realizes what's truly important." "Hmm-mmm." "You know what that is?" "Love?" "Friendship?" "Enjoying the moment." "Living." "Just love." "His legacy." "That, too." "Right." "Yeah." "Sure." "Now, my grandson, Little Jack, is part of that legacy." "In six months, you and Pam are gonna be married." "Sometime after that, you'll want to start a family of your own." "Yeah." "Right." "Actually, on the subject," "I had some thoughts about the wedding date." "We'll discuss that later, after this weekend, Greg." "Now, let's get back on point." "Let me put it very simply." "If your family circle does indeed join my family circle, they'll form a chain." "I can't have a chink in my chain." "Hmm." "Yeah." "Okay." "I get the metaphor." "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." "Okay." "A- are you thinking maybe my parents might be like-- like a chink in the chain or..." "A doctor and a lawyer, what's there to worry about?" "Mmm-hmm." "Ooh, it seems very nice." "Is that your father?" "That is my father." "Hey!" "There you are." "What the heck is that contraption?" "I thought you guys were flying in tonight." "I left a message yesterday We were driving" "Oh, I didn't get a message." "I left you like five messages." "Will you get over here and plant one on me." "Talking about messages." "I've been waiting so long to see you." "My best buddy." "Good to see you." "Come here." "Come here." "Oh, I missed you." "Is this not the most handsome young man you've ever seen in your life?" "I used to call him a young Jewish Marlon Brando." "Huh?" "Can you believe" "I conceived him with one testicle?" "No, really." "It's true." "I only have one because the other never dropped." "It's called an undescending testicle." "It's not uncommon, but look at him." "Imagine what he would have looked like if I had two." "That's a good icebreaker." "Whoa!" "Ho!" "There's the sexiest second grade teacher" "I've ever seen in my life." "That was a good one." "It gets her every time." "Goose bumps." "She loves it." "I'm Dina Byrnes." "It's so nice to meet you." "The pleasure is all mine, mon cheri." "You got to be the flower man." "That's right." "Jack Byrnes, Pam's father." "And I'm Bernard Focker, Gaylord's father, and we're all grownups here and we shake hands like men." "All right." "Oh, we're just playing here." "Give me some love." "We're family now." "What're you so shy about?" "Come here." "Oh, wow." "Look at those pecs." "Wow!" "You're harder than sheetrock." "Now tell me the truth." "You work out with weights, right?" "Well, I do various callisthenics." "Some medicine-ball training, I play bimonthly football." "Oh, footie-footie football?" "I was just, uh, practicing my Capoeira." "What?" "Oh, Capoeira." "Yeah." "The Brazilian martial art of dance fighting." "Yes." "He knows what that is." "Yeah." "You know, I've been doing it for weeks." "I'm really into it." "It keeps me level." "Because sometimes I get wound up so tight," "I could just snap." "You know what I mean?" "What is that?" "What is that?" "Is there a baby on board?" "That's a baby." "Yes, yes." "Yeah." "Hmm-mmm." "It was all in the message." "Hey, Moses, go ahead, say hello to your future in-laws." "No, no, he's harmless." "And yeah, fixed." "Moses." "That's all right." "Just shake him off." "Oh, no." "Don't shake." "He likes the shaking." "Moses, get off!" "No, don't worry." "The pink part didn't get on you." "Moses, go, get in your basket." "Go!" "He's all talk." "Who's this little guy?" "This is our grandson, Little Jack." "Oh, little baby." "How are you, Little Jack?" "Hey, Dad, don't-- don't-- don't infantilize him." "Just talk to him like a person." "What are you talking about?" "He's a baby." "I want to talk to him like he's a baby." "Bazooka!" "Bazooka!" "He likes me." "When Roz's dad died, I said:" ""Hey, we're freezing our tushies off here in Detroit."" "You know, "Let's head south and get some year-round fun in the sun."" "This house is over a 100 years old, so" "Dad." "Dad, you continue the tour." "I'm gonna tell Mom we're here, okay?" "Oh!" "The upstairs bathroom is on el fritzo." "So we're all gonna have to share this one for now." "Since there's a water scarcity on the island, we kind of abide by the "if it's yellow let it mellow, if it's brown flush it down" policy." "Oops." "Forgot my own rule." "The RV has paid for itself already." "All right, kids." "Forward and backward." "Rotate those hips." "Let's get your kundalini rising." "And now it's time for the ladies to get into the reverse cowgirl position." "Guys, you have to lie across the Liberator pad like so." "Everyone look at how Ira's doing it." "Bingo." "Bango." "Bungo." "The man is loose, he's limber and he's ready for action." "So, climb aboard, girls, and let me hear your bodies talk." "Ooh!" "Whoa!" "Yes!" "This position is terrific for anyone with osteoporosis, gout or goiter." "Stay with me, kids." "We're almost done." "Ah!" "Honey!" "Oh!" "All right, guys." "We have to wrap it up." "Everyone." "Remember to take your Liberator pads." "And don't forget to stretch before you try this at home." "We don't want anyone shattering a pelvis." "Hello, my precious." "Oh, I love you so much." "I haven't seen my bubeleh in months." "Honey, you feel thin." "No, no." "You're not eating." "What's the matter?" "No." "I'm fine." "Mom, how do we explain all these people to the Byrneses?" "Honey, they're leaving." "The Byrneses won't know they were here." "Okay." "We agreed to be discreet about you being a sex therapist this weekend until you got to know Jack and Dina better." "Right?" "Don't worry." "I'll be discreet." "I put all my toys away." "And my office is all ready for them to sleep in." "Your office?" "No, no." "we're putting them upstairs." "Your father thought they'd be more comfortable down here." "The upstairs plumbing..." "You don't wanna know." "Talk to me about something important, honey." "How are things with you and Pam?" "They're great." "Because, you know, after two years, you have to work to keep things going." "Does she still climax regularly?" "Mom." "You can't talk that way this weekend, okay?" "Honey, I'm just saying" "I didn't raise you to be a so-so lover." "I know." "Okay, what is he doing?" "What?" "Don't-- don't worry about them." "Mom, Mom, you got to get these people out of here now." "Okay." "Wipe that little gloss off you." "Okay." "You hunt deer, Bernard?" "What?" "No, I hate that thing." "Roz's father gave it to us." "He was into all that macho-wacho crap." "Oh!" "So is Greg." "He and I went duck-hunting together." "Didn't we, Greg?" "Hmm?" "Duck-hunting?" "Me and you?" "Duck-hunting?" "Yeah." "Mmm-hmm." "What?" "What?" "Gay, you went duck-hunting with-- with Jack?" "Um, yeah." "We went, we did." "We went on a little hunting trip." "You shot a duck?" "I shot at a duck and..." "Mmm-hmm." "You killed an innocent creature of the sky?" "I don't..." "Did I..." "I did..." "I don't..." "I think I might've clipped it or..." "Never really checked." "Oh, Lord." "And now, for the piece de resistance." "Oh, my goodness." "Little somethin' I've been workin' on." "Oh, I see." "Oh." "Mom will be out in a sec." "What's that?" "It's you." "It's the Wall of Gaylord." "The Wall of Gaylord?" "Isn't it nice to finally display your accomplishments, Son?" "Honey, look at all your awards." "That's great." "He's my champion." "Oh, I didn't know they made ninth place ribbons." "Oh, Jack, they got them all the way up to 10th place." "Hey!" "Anybody want to get a drink by the lagoon?" "This one looks impressive." ""Mazel tov, Gaylord M. Focker." "World's Greatest Nurse."" "Very nice." "We've always tried to instill a sense of self in Gaylord without being too goal-oriented." "It's not about winning or losing, it's about passion." "We just want him to love what he's doin'." "You know what I mean, Jack?" "Not really, Bernard." "I think a competitive drive is the essential key that makes America the only remaining superpower in the world today." "Well, whatever works." "Mmm-hmm." "All right." "Don't forget the positions." "Bye, Dr. Roz." "You're a lifesaver." "Oh, Thank you, BJ." "Goodbye." "Ira, remember, easy on the thrusting." "You're not 78 anymore." "Bing, bang, bong." "What" " What kind of work does your mother do with those patients?" "Those look like yoga mats." "Is there yoga involved?" "It's yogaesque." "It's sort of, um, a, um, a-- a-- a couples therapy." "Kind of mind-body..." "It's kind of her own sort of" "Rozela!" "Sweetheart, living room!" "Hello!" "Hello!" "Hello!" "How are you, baby girl?" "Good, Roz." "God!" "Look at you, you're glowing!" "Oh, thank you." "Hi, I'm Roz Focker you must be Jack, and you must be Dina." "Hi." "I" " I just can't believe it's taken us this long to meet, huh." "And who's this little hairball?" "They brought their grandson Baby Jack along." "He's so adorable." "I could eat him up." "Bern, did you show them where they're sleeping?" "Right, right, right." "Because we don't have any air-conditioning," "I made up a nice spot for you in Roz's office 'cause it gets the best breeze, and it's very near the communal commode." "Oh, well, you know, actually, we're gonna stay in our motor home." "In the trailer?" "Come on, Jack." "You're family." "We sleep under the same roof." "Actually, Mom's office is kind of cluttered." "So, that-- that works all right." "It's just really easier with Little Jack." "No, no." "Really." "We insist." "They wanna sleep in the trailer, let them sleep in the trailer." "Mom, it's not actually-- It's not a trailer." "It's kind of like" " It's like a-- like a hotel on wheels." "This is practically a hotel." "I was gonna do the turndown service" "I know, I know, but it's their choice." "Wherever you feel most comfortable is fine." "It's not right." "Bern, let it go." "Let it go?" "Fine." "Yeah, let it go." "Look at you, sulking." "Now, look at this." "I married a teenager." "Right?" "At least you have the libido of a teenager." "I gave her a little matinee today" "Oh!" "Don't you dare!" "Stop it!" "How about a double feature?" "Come on." "Come on." "Lagoon?" "Why don't we go show them the lagoon?" "The lagoon." "Come see the lagoon." "The lagoon, Jack." "Come on." "We'll get drunk, we'll take a piss in the lagoon." "Roz, why don't you take them outside?" "Show them around." "I'll make a drink." "Oh, God." "Hey, Dad" "It's going good so far, right?" "Dad, you gotta take down that weird shrine thing." "But I'm very proud of you, Gaylord." "What's wrong with showing it?" "It's ridiculous." "Most people aren't proud of sixth place ribbons." "Most people?" "Since when do you care about most people?" "I don't, but Jack is really into winning and competition and sports." "It's a whole other thing with him." "Hey." "Hey." "You're a winner up here and in here." "And that's all that matters." "Okay." "Thank you." "I don't know what that means, but thank you." "So, to solve that problem," "I created a life-like latex left breast moulded from his mother's actual left breast, so this way L. J. would avoid any nipple confusion." "You're avoiding confusion by strapping a boob on a man?" "Well, yes, believe it or not, it is less confusing because of the texture" "Mom." "...of the breast itself." "Uh, I guess it's very, uh, creative." "It's very creative." "A little birdie told me that one of our guests here is a Tom Collins man." "Oh, for pity's sake." "Isn't that nice, Jack?" "That is nice." "Thank you." "All right." "Wait." "Don't drink." "I want to make a toast." "Now, I had a vasectomy in 1974... '73, honey." "You're right. '73." "So, unfortunately, I never had the chance to procreate a daughter, but had I been able to," "I really would've wanted a girl as sensitive and as intelligent and as beautiful as this young lady sitting right here before us." "Thank you, Bernie." "And if I might add..." "Greg." "Yeah." "I thought you had a sister?" "Nope." "No sister." "You said you had a sister." "You said you milked your sister's cat." "Okay, I'm not done yet." "What I'm trying to say is, it's taken far too long to do this, you know, but we're finally all together." "That's nice, honey." "Oh, thank you." "All right, that's enough." "L'chaim, everyone." "L'chaim!" "L'ha-ha." "Like you have popcorn stuck in the throat." "It's a..." "Okay." "To family." "To family." "Oh!" "I forgot." "I want to say one more thing about my vasectomy." "Sit down." "Honey, get yourself over here." "I went overboard?" "A little bit." "You're so cute, they'll forgive you anything." "God!" "You're so beautiful." "You are the sexiest woman alive I know." "Mmm." "You're just trying to get me back into bed." "Or the hammock." "This is a delicious Tom Collins." "What I did, I used real lemon juice." "It's from our trees here." "That's the secret." "He was squeezing all afternoon." "Yeah." "And, Jack," "I managed to make some lemon juice, too." "Gay, you all right?" "Honey, you okay?" "Are you sure?" "Well, I think that Roz and Bernie seem like very nice people." "Oh!" "Very nice people." "A little off-colour, but very nice." "Oh!" "But isn't it wonderful, Jack?" "After all this build-up, the kids are finally getting married." "I feel so happy." "Wait a second." "I think he just spoke." "Little Jack, were you about to speak?" "Nope, just a little flatulence." "What were you saying, honey?" "Nothing, dear." "Guys, where are you going?" "We're checking out Jack's macho-wacho trailer." "Yeah." "I want to see that boob." "Can I talk to you for a sec?" "Yeah." "Hey, listen, don't let Moses go in there." "They have a cat." "Moses is perfectly trained" "Dad, he humps everything that moves." "Honey, he's like his father." "I never cheated on you." "They're not listening to me." "So, what's up?" "They seem to be getting along really well, don't you think?" "Yeah, they do." "I know." "I kind of feel bad that I worried so much." "Yeah." "That was okay." "What's going on?" "I'm pregnant." "You're pregnant?" "Mmm-hmm." "I'm two weeks late." "I'm nauseous, my boobs hurt, and I can smell everything." "You're gonna have a baby." "Yeah." "A baby." "Oh, we're gonna have a little baby, a baby." "I'm pregnant." "I just" " I..." "Yeah." "Oh, shit!" "You realize your father is going to kill me?" "No, no, no, no, no." "He's not gonna find out because we're not going to tell him." "No, no, no, no, no." "Come on." "He's a human lie detector." "He lives to sniff out stuff like this." "We'll get through this weekend, we'll get through tomorrow." "And-- and-- and we'll tell them on Sunday before we go." "Okay?" "We'll tell them all." "I just hate the idea of keeping secrets from your dad." "It's just one little secret." "Oh!" "Hi, neighbours." "Hello." "The Fockers, honey." "A la fancy-shmancy." "Welcome to the chateau." "No wonder they don't want to sleep in our shit box." "Look at this place." "I" " I don't think the dog is such a good idea." "Don't worry." "Moses is more of a lover than a fighter." "Jesus!" "Moses!" "He's always dreamt of me having a white wedding." "You don't know how upset he's gonna be." "No, I do know." "Moses!" "Moses!" "Jinxy!" "Dad, I told you to keep him out of the RV." "He said he wanted to see the RV." "Dad!" "Moses!" "Moses!" "Get that goddamn dog out of here!" "Mo!" "Oh, God!" "Dad!" "Oh!" "Jinx." "Jinx, don't do it." "Jinxy, no." "Don't do it!" "No!" "Jesus!" "Moses!" "Hold on." "Moses, hold on." "I'm gonna save you!" "The cat can flush?" "Oh, my God!" "Get out of the way!" "Hey!" "What the hell are you doing?" "That's my toilet!" "I got to get my dog!" "Forget your dog." "What about my toilet?" "Moses!" "No!" "Stop the baby!" "Stop the baby!" "He's alive!" "He's fine." "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?" "Mr. Jinx has had extensive aquatic training." "He would have known exactly what to do in the event of a submersion." "20-minute warning for dinner, guys." "Sorry about the trailer, Jack." "Muskrat." "It's okay, Bernard." "There's no way we're not telling him this weekend." "I know." "That's what I was saying." "So, what do you wanna do?" "I'm not sure." "I never thought this'd be an issue." "I thought we'd be married before we got pregnant." "Hey." "What?" "Why don't we move the wedding up to next month?" "What?" "Then we'll tell your dad you got pregnant on the honeymoon." "Oh, my God, yeah, that could work." "Yeah." "It's perfect, right?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Good." "Just follow my lead." "Okay." "Okay." "Without further ado, my famous Focker Fondue." "Come on, dig in." "Come on." "Get it while it's hot." "That is so impressive, Bernie." "Did you do that yourself?" "Oh, sure." "Oh!" "I love to cook." "I can't even fry an egg." "True." "I burn cornflakes." "I'm amazed he finds the time to cook with such a high-powered legal career." "High-powered?" "I wouldn't exactly call-- Uh-oh!" "You kicked me." "Why did you kick me?" "I kick-- kicked you because you're being modest and you should tell people that you are a good lawyer, which he is, a- a-and he has fought some really big, important legal battles." "Truth is, Jack, when Gay was born, I stopped practicing and became a stay-at-home dad." "Oh, believe me, he won a trial or two in his day." "Oh!" "Extremely good trial lawyer." "A regular Clarence Darrow." "So Roz was the primary breadwinner and you didn't have a job?" "Dad." "Honey, come on, you could say he had the hardest job." "Oh, he's-- he's just kidding." "Of course, I'm..." "Yes." "Why don't we jump into the topic of the hour, hmm, the big Focker-Byrnes wedding." "Yes." "Good." "I know we've been talking about a-- a fall wedding..." "Is that Isabel?" "Oh, yeah." "Our former housekeeper, Isabel." "You know, she has her own catering business now, isn't that great?" "And-- and I asked her to come and help Bernie in the kitchen this weekend." "You didn't tell me she was here." "Gay had a monster crush on her when he was a teenager." "Really?" "I didn't have any monster crush." "You didn't tell me about that." "Yeah." "Because it's not true." "Oh, not true?" "Then I didn't catch you doing baziga to her passport photo when you were, what, 13?" "Honey, stop." "I walk in the door..." "Where is he?" "Oh, there's my baby!" "Hey!" "Good to see you." "Mmm." "Good to see you." "I" " I haven't seen you in years." "I know." "Mmm." "Yes, you..." "Wow!" "Yeah." "Look at you." "You look..." "I know." "Yeah." "You look..." "I had a boob job." "Wow." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Hey!" "This is, uh, Dina and Jack Byrnes." "Mucho gusto." "Hi, Isabel." "Mucho gusto." "And this is Pam Byrnes, my fiancée." "Encantada." "Nice to meet you, too." "Not yet married, and already a little one?" "And he is a handsome little Focker." "See?" "Oh, no." "He's not a Focker." "Yeah, no." "He's not mine." "And still you stayed to raise her child?" "Good for you." "No, he's Pam's nephew." "He has no connection to Greg whatsoever." "I love you, too." "Mama!" "Mama!" "Mama!" "Little Jack, no." "Those aren't for you." "Mom." "I think I'll take him inside." "Good idea." "You're a very lucky woman, Pam." "He's very special, this one." "I think so, too." "Oh, I could tell you some stories about him." "Really?" "Oh, she's just being silly." "Nice to meet you all." "Nice to meet you." "So sweet." "Oh!" "So sweet." "Hey, do you guys want some more, uh, wine?" "Mas vino por la mama, si." "Hey." "Hey, you did good, Greg." "She's very pretty, this one, huh?" "Yeah, she's, uh, she's really great." "Really great." "Can you believe it's been 15 years?" "So many wonderful memories from those days." "Yes." "Yes, lot of wonderful, kind of private memories." "So, you never told your fiancée about us, huh?" "Um, no, I don't think I did." "I don't, I think, I don't think it ever came up on my end." "Not that I didn't want her to know." "It just, never really..." "Yeah, and not that, I" " I mean, not that it wasn't great." "It was really, you know, for me it was like..." "And you were so helpful and-- and" "Don't you worry, baby." "Your secret's safe with me." "Okay." "There's no secrets." "But, good, yeah, maybe if we keep it quiet this weekend and then..." "Because, yeah, I don't want Pam to feel uncomfortable." "And then later, when it's the proper, you know, setting, I can..." "Okay, yeah, okay, good." "And, uh..." "Good." "Oh, and fondue, fondue is going-- is goin' over." "Gay, you're just in time to hear me tell the gang how you lost your virginity to Isabel." "He was 19." "A late bloomer." "You s-slept with Isabel?" "We were relieved." "Why-- why would you, why-- why would you bring that up?" "What's the problem?" "It was, what, 15 years ago." "Honey, your father thought that it'd be fun to share stories about our first time." "Really?" "That sounds like fun." "That's..." "That's fine." "Come on, tell us how you popped your cherry." "Come on." "I really don't feel comfortable discussing that with you, Bernard." "You know what?" "I suggest that we get back to talking about the wedding." "Thank you, Bernie." "What?" "Mom, didn't you just take Little Jack back to the room?" "I'm monitoring him from a high-powered multidirectional microphone planted in his crib." "Oh, baby monitors." "Hidden cameras." "Whatever happened to a little thing called privacy?" "Bernie, surveillance technology has helped protect a lot of the freedoms that we as Americans take advantage of today." "He's right." "It has been good." "S- son, that is bullcrap in a chef's salad." "Jack, tell me one smart thing the CLIA has done and I'll give you the deed to her house." "The CLIA?" "The Central Lack of Intelligence Agency." "I think that baby might need a couple of pulls on that knocker of yours, Jack." "No, it's okay." "We're Ferberizing him." "You're what?" "The Ferber method." "You let him cry it out." "This way he doesn't depend on coddling." "On the other hand, the Continuum Concept shows that a baby benefits more from constant physical contact." "Oh." "We use the Ferber Method." "We used the Focker Method." "We hugged and kissed that little prince like there was no tomorrow." "We Fockerized him." "That's right." "Greggy practically slept in our bed till he was 10." "Oh, my God!" "Oh, I don't think it was quite that long." "Yes, it was." "No, it wasn't 10." "Nine-and-a-half, at least." "Mom, I don't think so." "I didn't sleep in their bed all that time." "Bernie, get the photo album." "I'm one step ahead of you." "No, no, no, we're eating dinner, come on." "These are the curls from his first trip to the barbershop." "Nobody wants to see this." "Oh, and you kept all of his baby teeth." "Look at his darling little teeth, isn't that sweet?" "Uh-oh, somebody looks very grumpy there." "Oh, that's Gay with the mohel." "The mohel?" "No." "He's the man who snips the baby's little winkydink." "See, that's Greg getting circumcised, right here." "We had the ceremony at my parents' house but there was a cold snap and..." "Tell him." "The heater conked out." "Mom." "No matter how hard he tried, the mohel couldn't coax" "Greg's tiny little turtle from its shell." "You know what?" "Let's not talk about the tiny turtle, okay?" "Let's..." "Th-this is dinner." "Honey, half the people at this table have penises." "Mom, control yourself." "Roz, he's right." "You're embarrassing him." "Okay, I'm sorry." "Make a long story short, Jack, he wound up with a semicirc." "What's a semicirc?" "I can't wait to hear this." "What?" "It's a cross between an ant eater and" "A German Army helmet." "But, honey..." "Oh!" "You wanted to talk about the wedding, right?" "Don't tell me you kept his umbilical cord." "Of course not, that's Greg's foreskin." "All right, you know what?" "That's it." "That's-- that's enough humiliation." "Honey, stop." "We're having fun." "No, I'm not having fun." "Why deny us our memories?" "Because we're done!" "Anyone in the mood for Chinese?" "You told me your first time was with the Danish transfer student in high school." "Yeah, well, you weren't exactly forthcoming about your engagement with Kevin." "Yeah, well, he wasn't my babysitter." "Okay, I should have told you, all right." "Can we just let it go, please?" "We both got enough stuff to deal with this weekend." "Oh, hi, Jack." "Hello, Greg." "Funny dinner, huh?" "How do you mean?" "I know that you are studying my family like the frozen caveman." "So, I just, I don't want you to be worried, okay?" "I mean, they're a little quirky, but they-they're well-intentioned and-- and I think they're just nervous and..." "Greg, I am sure tomorrow will be a better day." "I'm sorry, ma'am." "I thought you ordered room service." "Are you sure you don't want any whipped cream with your sundae?" "Bern, stop it!" "Who's Bern?" "I'm Chad, the bellhop." "Oh, no, come on, we did that last week." "Can't you be Sam the carpet-cleaning man?" "It's illogical." "Why would a carpet cleaner have whipped cream?" "Well, improvise, honey." "Good evening, miss." "I'm here to clean your carpet." "Do you mind if I put some foam down on your rug?" "I don't mind at all." "Good night, Greg." "Okay, sleep well, Jack." "How long-- how long have you worked in this hotel?" "It's time to put some snow on your mountains." "Come on, I'm gonna get some whipped cream on those Tetons." "Guys!" "Come back in the morning, tootsie roll." "Gay, you see the cowboy hat on the door?" "Cowboy hat is off the door!" "No cowboy hat this weekend!" "I'm coming in!" "Just stop doing what you're doing!" "Oh!" "Come on, man, you know what that cowboy hat on the door means." "Will you please help me out here?" "What?" "We're just being ourselves." "Mom, mom, please..." "I think he's saying not to be ourselves." "Yes, be yourselves but be yourself in a way that's a little less than being your full selves, okay." "I don't understand this." "I mean, why you're so afraid of this Jack?" "You've been kissing his ass ever since you got here." "Mom, I'm not afraid of him, okay." "It's not true." "It is true." "I can't believe you went duck-hunting with him." "Our people don't shoot ducks." "Just make Jack feel a little more comfortable here, okay?" "So you don't want us to be ourselves?" "No, I just don't want you to break his RV, Dad, and-- and-- and reveal that I had sex with Isabel and play weird sex games that everybody can hear in the house." "Mom..." "Mom, please." "If you ask me, it wouldn't be so bad if your future in-laws heard this." "Do me a favour." "Just don't therapize the Byrneses this weekend at all, okay?" "All I'm saying is, a few minutes of concentrated work with him and Dina, she could get him to blow like Krakatoa." "Right, okay, yeah, you know what?" "One day, just give me one day, okay, without any complications." "We get through it, everybody goes off, we go on with our lives." "Can we do that?" "All right." "You got it, dude." "Thank you, okay." "Hon, put the hat back on the door, okay?" "No mom." "No cowboy hat this weekend." "Okay, but tonight doesn't count." "All aboard." "Morning, partner." "Morning." "Sleep okay?" "I slept all right, thank you." "It's nice, all of us being here together, don't you think?" "Bernard, do you mind if I have some privacy?" "Almost done." "Bernie, this fritatta is wonderful." "What's in it?" "Well, a lot of the taste comes from this old skillet." "I've never washed it." "Hey, guys, can I have everybody's attention, please?" "Gay, be back in a second." "Okay, Dad." "All right." "Uh, so..." "Mom, I know we've been-- we've been talking about having the, uh, wedding in October, but Pam and I have been doing a little thinkin' and playing around with some ideas and, uh, we're thinking of moving it up to June." "Nice." "This June?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "That's-- that's in a month." "I always wanted a spring wedding, you know." "Well, that's great, so we can announce it at the party tonight." "Good idea." "Wait, what party?" "Jack!" "Let's play football!" "Oh, your father and I are throwing a little engagement soiree for you two lovebirds." "Look at that." "That's so sweet." "Thank you, guys." "I thought we were just having a nice quiet dinner." "It was supposed to be a surprise." "The phone keeps ringing, the list keeps growing." "Yeah, now, it's up to 50 Fockers." "When were you going to tell us about this?" "50 Fockers." "What could be better?" "Dad, what are you doing?" "We never play football." "I'm trying to cement relationships here." "Jack said he was into footy ball." "Let's show EI Stiffo how we play the game." "Footy ball?" "Come on, come on, let's play!" "I'm feeling a little tired." "I think I'll sit it out with Little Jack, okay?" "Honey, you want me to keep you company?" "No, Dina, come on, you and I will take on Jack and Roz." "Come on, Jack, it'll be fun, we'll swap wives." "Don't worry, you'll get her back after the game." "Fine, we'll play three on two." "But someone needs to be official quarterback." "Gay goes both ways." "I'll bet he does." "One, two." "Hut." "Come on." "I'll run a down-and-in, draw in the defence, then you'll hit Roz here in the end zone for a TD." "What do you mean?" "He hits me where with a what?" "I'll throw you the ball, you try to catch it, okay." "You want me to catch?" "Yeah." "On two." "Ready?" "Yes." "Hut one, hut two, hike!" "Come on, this way!" "That way, that way, that way." "You remember that time in the park?" "You remember that time in the park?" "Guys, come on, come on, cut it out." "I'm so proud of you." "I caught the ball." "Mom, come on." "I caught the ball!" "Come on, huddle up." "No, I'm bored." "Here!" "Dina, come on, let's go." "You want a spritzer?" "What?" "Oh, a spritzer." "That sounds yummy." "All right, come on." "Dad, you got to focus, all right?" "He's beating you down the field every time." "You want me to be macho-wacho?" "No." "What?" "Have I ever said the words macho-wacho to you in my life?" "I got it." "What?" "I won't disappoint you." "Okay, let's try again, I'm gonna run a stop and go." "Fake the short pass, then hit me here in the end zone with a Hail Mary." "Okay, got that." "Yeah, we keep running that play." "You want to mix it up a little?" "No, I don't." "I've exposed Bernie's weakness and I want to take advantage of it." "Exposed his weakness." "Okay, okay." "On four?" "Four." "Just you and me, Jack." "Mano a mano." "You think you can take me, Flowerman?" "I'm pretty sure I can, Mr. Mom." "You're going down, Bernsie-boy." "I'm going to rearrange your bouquet." "Sell the pump fake, Greg, 'cause that Focker's gonna bite." "Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four." "Hike!" "Oh, my God!" "Are you all right?" "Shit!" "Hey, Jack, you okay?" "I'm fine, Greg, thank you." "I see that kind of injury all the time at the hospital." "I wish you'd let me give you a quick exam." "No, I'm, I'm fine." "I told you I'll have my doctor look at it when I get home." "Okay." "You know, it's amazing how your father anticipated the pump fake like that." "It's almost like he knew it was coming." "Hmm." "Well, he definitely takes competition seriously." "How a man handles himself on the football field says a lot about his character." "Know what I mean?" "Okay." "Hey." "Hey." "We got him, didn't we, dude, huh?" "Was he impressed?" "No, Dad, he wasn't." "That was a really hard shot." "You could've hurt him." "I just wanted it to be a fun game but you wanted to win, so, you know, you got me all steamed up." "No, I asked you to play a little defence," "I didn't ask you to turn it into a blood sport." "I play too easy." "I play too hard." "What are you really asking me to do, Gaylord?" "I'm not asking anything of you, Dad." "Just-- just go down there and apologize to him, okay?" "He thinks it was a cheap shot." "Sure." "Okay." "Whatever you say." "Okay." "I can't win with this kid." " Honey" " I can't." "It's okay." "Hi, baby." "Hey." "So, how far along is Pam?" "Hmm?" "What?" "Come on, honey, I knew it the minute I saw her." "Her boobs are bigger." "She's hormonal." "No wine at dinner, no football." "She just found out yesterday." "Honey." "My bubeleh's going to have a baby!" "My bubeleh's going to be a father!" "Oh, my God." "Tell me, talk to me, so this is so exciting." "No." "You didn't tell Dad, did you?" "No, not yet." "He's gonna plotz." "No, no, Mom, you can't tell him." "Why not?" "Because he can't keep a secret." "You know that." "You think Jack knows?" "Are you kidding?" "That guy's in such denial, he still thinks his daughter is still a virgin." "Yeah, I know, he's very old-fashioned." "That's why Pam can't tell him till after the wedding." "That is ridiculous." "Mom, it isn't, believe me." "You don't know him like I do." "Fine." "My lips are sealed." "I am so excited and thrilled for you." "So happy for you two!" "Did you plan this?" "Uh, no, it just sort of happened." "How did it happen?" "How?" "It just happened." "You know-- you know how it happens." "I mean, I'm not going into the details." "Honey, I love details." " Sorry." " All right." "Okay." "Well, you know, honey, many unplanned pregnancies happen because the man is such a sexual dynamo and the woman craves his sperm on an unconscious but very powerful level." "Hmm-mmm." "Mom, I am truly not comfortable having this conversation with you." "No?" "No." "I've been saying it since I was 11." "All right." "Love you." "Love you, too." "Uh, Jack!" "What say you and me go into town?" "I got a guy who can fix your RV." "I'm in far too much physical agony, Bernie." "Gee, I'm sorry, but it'll be good for you, you know, to, you know, to get out and about." "Yeah." "Perfect." "I can take the girls shopping in Coconut Grove." "Little Jack is on a very specific napping schedule." "I better stay here." "No, go." "Greg can watch him." "Yeah, sure." "He has wonderful parental instincts." "Dad, Greg deals with little kids in the ER all the time." "It's true." "They don't call me Barry Poppins for nothing." "That's so cute." "Why would someone call you Barry Poppins?" "They wouldn't." "Now, remember, Greg, we're Ferberizing him." "So unless it's an emergency, under no circumstances should you pick him up or coddle him in any way when he cries." "Hmm-mmm." "Okay." "He's learning to self-soothe, that means no television, no unapproved toys, and most of all, no monkey business of any kind." "Is that clear?" "Mmm-hmm." "No monkey business." "Okay." "Jack." "Shall we get a move on, pal-o-mino?" "I'm ready." "I love this, Roz." "This is a great find." "Oh, good, and it's loose, so you can wear it even if you gain a few pounds." "Isn't that lovely?" "Honey, are you all right?" "You look a little flushed." "Oh, it's just the heat." "It takes some getting used to." "I'm fine." "I'm going to try this on." "Thank you, Roz." "Now, madame, let's find something sexy for the momma to wear." "Look at this little number." "Whoa!" "I think this will get Jack's blood flowing." "Jack would have a coronary." "I thought so." "Oh, Dina, talk to me." "What's really going on with that man?" "He seems very uptight." "Jack's always been a little wound up." "His job was very stressful." "Being a florist is stressful?" "There's more to it than people think." "Mmm-hmm." "If you don't mind me asking, how is your sex life?" "I can't tell you that." "What's the big deal?" "I'm a professional." "Dina, I'm a sex therapist, specializing in senior sexuality." "I knew those weren't yoga mats." "We're not 25 any-anymore." "But you're not dead, either." "Lots of couples our age lack intimacy in their marriages." "I didn't say we weren't intimate." "There are special occasions." "You know, anniversaries and..." "Well, on our anniversary." "Ay-ya-yay." "Nicht gut." "I beg your pardon." "Not good." "I think that I can help you and Jack reconnect." "How?" "Well, it all starts with a little bit of, uh, how shall I say, intimate contact." "Yeah." "Mmm-hmm." "My, that tingles." "Every pleasure in the body can be stimulated through the ears." "I'd give it a shot with Jack tonight." "What's goin' on over here?" "Nothing, just having some girl talk." "Roz." "Okay." "Here's the deal, L. J.." "I'm going to give you a few minutes of attention." "But you have to promise that you don't tell Grandpa Jack anything, okay?" "All right." "Good." "Okay, I don't quite know what that means, but I'm going to trust you." "All right." "Here we go." "Okay." "Okay." "It's okay." "A little huggie-wuggie never hurt anybody." "I know we aren't supposed to watch TV but we won't tell Grandpa Jack, will we?" "Oh, look, look, it's Elmo." "Do you like fishes?" "You don't like fishes?" "No." "All right." "Okay." "Okay." "Hey, I got an idea." "Let's see what pre-approved genius toys Grandpa Jack has in his big basket of fun." "Mmm?" "Oh, look, look, it's a-- it's a-- an abacus." "Abacuses aren't that much fun, are they?" "I don't know why people think they're fun." "Look at this!" "Look!" "It's-- it's bolts on a plank." "Hmm?" "Fun bolts." "No, not very fun." "Hey." "A little birdie!" "Look, he sings." "Asshole." "No, no, no, you don't want to say that word." "We don't want to say that." "That's a bad word." "Asshole." "No, no, no." "I thought this was a repair shop." "Oh, this is better." "That's Isabel's son, Jorge." "15 years old, he can fix anything." "Hey, Bernie." "Yo!" "Georgie boy!" "So, I think you got a tear in the bilateral valve." "15, huh?" "Genius." "Jorge, what did I tell you?" "No more tinkering until you finish your science homework." "Oh." "Uh, I was going to finish it but, uh, Mr. Gerson is out with, uh, rickets." "He said definitely don't do it until his rickets are-- are cured." "And, you know, I" " I" " I really" "Who knows if he's ever telling the truth?" "Bernie," "I made chimichangas." "You guys want?" "Have you ever known me to turn down a chimi?" "Jack, you in the mood, amigo?" "No, thanks." "Why are you looking at me funny?" "I" " I" " I said" "Oh, no, no." "You just look like somebody I know." "No, no, no, no." "Tadpole." "Tadpole." "Can you say tadpole?" "Mad bull." "Asshole." "No, Jack's mole." "'Cause Jack has a big mole on his face." "Is your father the mechanic?" "Oh, I" " I don't know, I never met him." "Never met your dad, huh?" "Oh, that's unfortunate." "But very interesting." "Mind if I take a picture of you?" "You know, just for fun." "Okay." "Asshole." "Okay." "Just hang on a second there." "Yeah." "Hello." "Hi, It's me." "How's it going with the little one?" "Horribly." "He's crying and screaming, and cursing." "That poor kid is desperate for human contact." "Honey, you need to hold him, and kiss him, do whatever it takes." "I've been hugging him in secret, feeding him chocolates, too." "All animals have babies" "Say hello to my little friend!" "You know, he's probably teething." "So put a dab of rum in his milk." "And it'll ease the pain, he'll go to sleep." "You want me to give him a drink?" "I'm talking, less than a thimbleful." "You don't want Jack coming home to a screaming baby." "Listen to your mother." "Goodbye." "I love you." "All right, Mom." "Hey, Little Jack, I got a surprise for you." "Little Jack?" "Mr. Moose is looking for you." "Oh, shit!" "Where the hell did he go?" "L. J.!" "Little Jack!" "L. J.!" "L. J.!" "Does that Jorge resemble anyone you know?" "No one I know." "Hmm." "There's something you don't see every day." "Focker!" "Focker!" "Okay." "I know this looks bad, but I can explain it." "What the hell happened?" "I said no monkey business." "No." "There was no monkey business." "No monkey business?" "You're wearing my breast, Little Jack is drinking," "Moses is sodomizing Jinx, and you're telling me there's no monkey business?" "What is going on here?" "You all right, L. J.?" "Hello!" "We're home!" "Hey, guys." "Give me the bottle." "What's happened to Little Jack?" "His hands are stuck to the bottle of rum." "Thank you, Dad." "You bet they're stuck." "Greg, how did this happen?" "And why are you wearing antlers?" "It's very complicated." "It's just a little glue." "He's fine." "He's not fine." "If he could use his hands, he'd tell you himself." "All right." "That's all right." "Come on." "Little Jack, honey, are you okay?" "Greg..." "Dina." "Pam." "Yes, Dad, uh..." "I'm coming." "Little Jack." "Honey, I said a thimble, not a bottle." "Oh, Greg." "Hey." "How's the little guy doing?" "Everything is just as good as new." "Yeah." "Dad, come on." "Is he all right?" "He's asleep." "I don't care if they did call you Larry Poppins." "You are completely unfit to handle a child." "It was Barry Poppins." "What kind of sick cocktail were you gonna make my grandson?" "Jack, the baby's teething." "I told Greg to give him some rum to ease the pain." "It was your idea?" "Yes." "What is wrong with you people?" "I used to rub bourbon on Denny's gums." "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 gave him a little attention." "Okay?" "He's learning to self-soothe." "These setbacks are disastrous for his development." "The child is adorable, but you're not raising Little Buddha over here." "Mom." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying that I've 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." "And I have news for you." "Prodigies don't come in 10th place every time either." "Okay, Dad." "That's my fiancé." "I'm sorry." "I've never seen people celebrate mediocrity the way you do." "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 who's crying out for a hug." "The Little Jack in me?" "Jack, you have issues." "I'm trying to understand why you run around with a rubber boob strapped to your chest." "Were you ever breastfed?" "Mom, stop." "Key question." "My guess is no." "Spare me the drugstore psychology." "Everybody!" "All right." "Everybody just..." "Everybody just stop, okay?" "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 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." "That's it" "Greg just said, "That's it." So I feel much better now." "Daddy, would you mind..." "Please, Daddy." "He made an honest mistake." "Let it go." "He's fine, Greg." "He's asleep." "He spoke." "Asshole." "What?" "Did he say what I am thinking?" "I think he did." "Little Jack, what did you just say?" "Asshole." "His first word?" "It just slipped out of my mouth." "I" "He has a mind like a sponge." "That's enough." "I'm calling a family conference." "Oh, it's a great idea, Jack." "Let's finally get your problems out on the table." "No, no, I mean with my own family." "Excuse us." "I'd like to talk to Pam and Dina in private." "Of course, of course, take your time." "Come on, honey." "I'm not so sure this wedding is such a good idea." "To say the least, I don't like what I'm seeing from these Fockers." "What?" "Has Greg ever mentioned the name Jorge to you?" "Jor" "I don't know what you're talking about." "No, why?" "Because I think your fiancé may have a few skeletons in his closet that he is not telling you about." "And skeletons don't like living in closets." "Oh, my God, Here we go again." "Dad, listen, you know, Greg has no skeletons." "Okay?" "Oh, really?" "He does not." "Do you know that?" "Yes, I know that." "Will you just-- I'm not a child." "I see." "She knows that." "This wedding will happen." "And the sooner you accept that, the better it's going to be for all of us." "I can't talk to you." "No." "Wait a second, sweetheart." "And I'm not so sure Roz is a yoga instructor, either." "Jack, you promised that you'd behave yourself." "And what you said to those people was really hurtful." "I think you should go up there and apologize." "I'm not going to apologize to them." "Jack." "A little birdie told me that somebody's going to be a daddy." "Mom!" "Sorry, honey, but look at that face." "How could I keep it a secret?" "He's so excited about being a grandpa." "What should he call me?" "How about Poppy?" "You don't have to have champagne, okay?" "Why?" "Jack's really angry." "I know he's mad, but he's also a little meshuggenah." "Come on, honey." "How often do we get to be grandparents?" "We're having a toast." "Okay, fine, but, Dad, this is a secret." "We can't tell Jack till after we are married." "Why?" "We are honest people." "No!" "I can't stand this secrecy anymore." "Why?" "Be quiet." "Why should we diminish our joy just because they live in denial?" "Seriously." "I promised Pam, okay?" "She thinks it'll break his heart if he finds out." "I'm not gonna take a drink." "Your father's right." "This is the 21st century!" "Married or not, there's no shame in fatherhood!" "This is the fruit of your loins." "That is so beautiful." "Say that to him again." "This is the fruit of your loins!" "This is the fruit of your loins!" "Okay." "Let's toast and let's make a sandwich, and Mom wants to be the cheese." "Jack Byrnes, what are you doing?" "What did you do?" "You okay there, Jacko?" "What's the matter What happened?" "I was, uh, coming to apologize and my back went into spasm." "It's very tender from that horrific football accident." "Yeah, I feel it." "My God, you're knotted like a pretzel." "You must be in a lot of pain, huh?" "I don't mind pain." "I learn from pain." "Pain-shmain." "My fingers are magic." "Come on, let me work out the kinks." "Oh." "That's a lovely offer, Jack." "Uh, no, thanks." "I'll be fine." "My wife does wonderful bodywork, Jack." "I don't think he needs it." "Okay, handsome, shirt off." "I'd rather have it on, thank you." "Oh, no dice." "No, no, no." "It has to come off." "Ah, lovely." "You know, most back pain is psychological." "We carry our emotional baggage right here in our muscles." "I've been watching you, Jack." "Studying your body language." "And you're a very sensual man." "But I'm not sure you realize that." "What are you doing?" "It's a technique I learned in Hawaii." "It's a Lomi-Lomi massage named after the gentle waves of the Polynesian Sea." "The waves go in, and the waves go out." "The waves go in." "Whoops." "Hit some driftwood." "Jack Byrnes, you are a caged lion." "But lions can't be captives their entire lives." "They have to be free to roam the bush, free and wild." "Your wife is a hot, sexy tigress and she's waiting for you to pounce on her." "Let me hear you roar, baby, roar." "Your body is talking to me." "It's hungry for action." "I can feel it." "Unleash the beast inside you." "Mom, stop it." "You're hurting him." "I am not hurting him." "I am helping him." "Just don't-- don't" "I don't think you should move just yet." "Jack, come back for an afternoon session." "It'll do you good." "What're you doing?" "We were so close." "I could feel it." "I was getting through to him." "The guy doesn't like to be touched." "Because he has the emotional hide of a rhinoceros." "Don't break him down." "Just let him be." "I was trying to do you a favour." "You were riding him like Seabiscuit, Mom." "Dial Foxtrot One." "Alpha, Foxtrot One." "Foxtrot One." "I need a full comparative DNA analysis on one Gaylord M Focker and one Jorge Villalobos." "Translation, George, House of the wolves." "It might take a couple of weeks, Santa." "No good, Foxtrot One, I need a 12-hour turnaround." "I'll secure the physical evidence and the handoff will be at Harry Focker's Good Time Supper Club," "2100 hours tonight." "You got it, Santa." "Foxtrot One out." "Yello?" "Bernie, this is Jack Byrnes." "Hey, Jack." "Hey, where are you calling from?" "I'm in my RV." "Would you have Greg meet me here in three minutes?" "You're in your trailer?" "Thank you, goodbye." "But..." "Hey, Gaylord!" "Jack wants you to meet him in his trailer in precisely three minutes." "And I have to tell you," "EI Stiffo was really starting to freak me out." "Greg, wait, okay?" "Listen, no matter how hard he probes you, you have to promise me that you will not break because I'm not ready to tell him I'm pregnant." "Hey, honey." "Honey." "What?" "What?" "Let him probe, 'cause he's probing a brick wall." "Now show me how you would like a romantic evening to go." "Oh, Jack, wine and candles?" "Gosh, it's not even our anniversary." "Come here, hot stuff." "Yes, yes." "Oh, Jack." "Jack?" "Down here, under the bed." "Down here, Greg." "Wow." "Have a seat." "Watch the panel." "This is incredible." "So this is like your, uh, mobile command centre for all your spy activities?" "Mainly a secure space for me to spend some alone time and reflect on my thoughts." "Mmm." "Very cool." "Greg." "Yeah?" "You'll recall, we had a discussion earlier in the week regarding my feelings about family, legacies, children and so forth." "Oh, yeah, of course I recall." "Yeah." "I'm going to just ask you once." "Is there anything you want to tell me regarding things that might have happened?" "Unplanned things?" "Things involving the fruit of your loins?" "No." "Well, if he's not going to admit it on his own..." "Hello?" "Hello, Jorge?" "It's Jack Byrnes, remember me?" "Oh, yeah." "Sure." "You came to the house with Bernie." "You had that fancy camera pen." "Yeah, that's right." "Listen, do you have any plans tonight?" "Uh, no." "Good, 'cause I'd like to invite you to a party." "Hey." "Sweetie." "Having a good time?" "Uh, no, not really." "No?" "Hey, listen, sweetie, did you tell your mother I'm pregnant?" "Because she keeps touching my stomach and smiling like that." "Yeah." "No, I didn't tell her." "She just, she guessed." "She what?" "Yeah, and then she told my dad." "Oh, my God." "Stop it, Bernie." "Bernie, stop." "It's not funny." "I told my mom." "What?" "Yeah." "What?" "Why'd you..." "Your dad will definitely find out." "She knows my dad." "She'd never say a word." "No, no." "But he's very suspicious." "Greg." "Hi." "Hey." "Hi." "Honey, would you take this to your mother?" "It's a wine spritzer." "That's all she drinks now." "You boys have fun." "Nice." "Nice party." "Isn't it?" "Yeah, it is." "It's nice." "It's got a nice festive vibe." "You met some of the, uh, some of the cousins?" "I met some." "Yes." "I met some, um..." "Dom." "Yeah, Dom Focker." "That's my dad's, uh, first cousin." "Did you meet his kids, Randy and Horny?" "I've met Randy and Horny." "Yes." "Come on." "I want to introduce you to somebody." "Come on." "Oh, there he is." "Glad you could make it, Jorge." "Oh, hey, thanks for the invite, Mr. B." "Greg, this is Jorge Villalobos." "Hey." "Hey, how you doing?" "Isabel's son." "Oh, I didn't realize Isabel had a son." "When did she get married?" "She-she's not married." "Oh, he's never met his father." "Oh." "I'm sorry." "That's, I mean, that's-- that's too bad." "Oh, no, no, it's-- it's cool." "My mom said my dad wasn't like, mature enough to deal with a kid, anyway, so, yeah." "So how do you guys know each other?" "Oh, this young man is quite the mechanic." "And he's only 15 years old." "Isn't that impressive?" "Really?" "You're 15?" "Yeah." "That is impressive." "He's a handsome kid, huh?" "Yeah." "Almost like a young, half-Hispanic Marlon Brando." "Well," "I'll leave you two guys to talk." "You probably have a lot in common." "Well, hmm." "So you're 15." "Come on, let's conga." "Did you order the Tom Collins, sir?" "Is it made with fresh lemon juice?" "They're Bermuda lemons, sir." "And I squeezed them myself." "Stay safe, Santa." "I mean, it's romantic out here, don't you think?" "The moon, the sea, isn't it nice?" "Hmm." "Yeah, it's nice." "You look very handsome tonight, Jack." "Oh." "Thank you, honey." "What are you doing to my ears?" "Nothing." "Hey!" "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." "Okay." "Hello, Greg." "Hi, Jack." "Did you have a nice conversation with your son?" "Jack, I've never even met that kid before." "Focker, you've been covering this up from the very beginning." "No, I haven't, Jack." "It's just another one of your crazy theories." "Greg." "You're still in the circle of trust, so I'm gonna give you one more chance." "Are you ready to admit that you've been hiding this from Pam?" "No, I haven't." "You're not hiding anything?" "No, all right?" "Oh, Greg." "What are you holding?" "What's in your hand?" "Nothing." "Jack, I can see it in the mirror." "What is it?" "You got something in your hand." "Don't worry about it, Greg." "Is that a needle?" "Yes, it is." "You seem tense." "I was going to offer you a sedative." "You're joking, right?" "No, I'm not." "Jack." "Is that tartar sauce on your shoulder?" "Tartar sauce?" "Why?" "You've been injected with a highly concentrated dose of sodium pentothal." "Street name:" "Truth serum." "You won't recall this in a few minutes and tonight, for the first time in your life, my young friend, you are going to be honest." "Keep the pressure on it." "Get down, Little Jack." "Get funky." "Oh." "Hey there, preggers." "Quiet." "How're you doin'?" "Fine, where've you been?" "I went to the bathroom to pee and now I'm talking to you, my fiancée, who I've delayed marrying for two years because I didn't want our parents to meet." "What?" "What?" "What?" "You don't like me?" "It's okay." "I don't like your little red outfit." "Makes you look like a little demon-baby." "Maybe I'll get you a little pitchfork for Christmas, huh, so we can put you on a can of Underwood ham." "I'm sorry that I can't make little "poop" sounds and I can't make little things that tell people when I wanna do things." "And guess what?" "I can make a sign to you, too." "How's that for a sign?" "Uh-oh." "Look, Bernie's gone up on the stage." "Come." "Now, to say a few words, one of the great registered nurses of all time," "Gaylord Myron Focker." "Come on, let's give it up to Gay." "Give it up to him." "Bernie Focker!" "I love the shirt, Dad." "Thank you." "All right." "It's great to be here with all of you as I am about to set sail in my ship of life, with my first mate, the beautiful young blonde lass over there." "Hey, baby." "I love you, honey." "I still masturbate to Pam." "Greg." "What?" "It's true." "Honey, what?" "Come on, you're hot." "Look at her." "Look at those boobs." "Man!" "I just wanna" "I just wanna lather them up with soap and just..." "I love it." "Man, I just wanna-- just wanna nestle in there and just take a little vacation in there." "Honey." "Honey, what?" "I'm sorry." "Okay, excuse me for you being perfect." "Hey, you know who else is great?" "That woman over there." "My future mother-in-law, Dina Byrnes." "You know, they say if you really wanna know what a woman will look like when she gets older, you should look at her mother." "Well, I'm a lookin' and I'm a likin'." "Look at her!" "Sweetness!" "Good genes, the Byrnes gene pool." "Hey, hey, you." "Yeah, you." "Hold on." "Pam, I gotta tell you something about-- about this little dude right here." "In my first really passionate sexual awakening," "I did, in fact, lose my virginity to our beautiful housekeeper, Isabel." "Greg, honey, that was in the past." "So why don't you come sit down?" "No, no, honey, 'cause I have to get this off my chest, really." "Sit." "We conceived a child." "And his name is Jorge Villalobos." "Come up here, Jorge." "Come up here." "Let's lift the veil of mystery." "The fruit of my loins is right here." "Everybody take a look." "See his face." "He's mine." "Search your feelings, Jorge." "You know it to be true." "It's okay." "I know." "I know." "Lot of information." "You let it settle." "Who'd have thunk it, huh?" "Come on, give that kid a hand." "Oh, and, uh, Jack?" "Pam's pregnant." "Focker out." "Hey." "Hey." "What happened last night?" "Well, you got drunk and told my dad I'm pregnant." "You revealed you have a 15-year-old son named Jorge." "And, oh, apparently you have the hots for my mom." "Oh, my God." "I" " I..." "You mean, is that really true?" "I think she's attractive." "No, that you have a son you never told me about." "I..." "Honey, if it is," "I never heard about it before last night." "Isabel never said anything to me." "I" " I..." "I mean." "I don't even remember drinking." "You're telling me the truth, aren't you?" "Of course, I am." "Pam," "I love you." "I would never lie to you about anything like that." "I love you, too." "And if Jorge really is your son, then we will make it work." "Okay." "I..." "Hey, how did your dad react to the pregnancy news?" "Well, just as you'd expect." "He slept in the RV." "He hasn't spoken to anyone since last night." "Pam, we have to leave this island." "Get in the RV right now." "Bernard, get out from under the vehicle or I will run you over." "I'm not moving, Jack." "There's a non-violent way to handle this." "What's going on?" "Well, your father wants to leave, and Bernie is staging a sit-in." "Dad, come on, get up." "This is ridiculous." "You weren't around in the '60s, man." "This is how we got things done." "Pam, Dina, we have to get off this island." "It's evil." "Jack Byrnes, out of the RV." "You are acting like such a jerk." "Yes, there you go." "Jacko!" "Yes." "Man, we're gonna have a grandchild." "Come on, we should be celebrating." "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." "That's right." "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." "Muskrat, Dina." "Oh, stuff your muskrat, Jack." "He shot Greg with truth serum before his speech." "What?" "Yeah, I found this in his pocket." "Here we go again, Dad." "He did the same thing to Pam's junior prom date." "Wait a minute." "Yes, yes." "Wait a minute." "You stuck a needle in my neck." "You drugged my son?" "I had no choice." "He refuses to tell the truth." "Because he's terrified, and he 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." "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'm gonna have to kick your ass." "Dad, dad, wait a second." "I'm gonna teach this florist some justice, Focker-style." "Just calm down." "Just give me a minute to stretch." "Bernie, you're gonna hurt yourself." "We can talk this through." "It's too late for words, Rosalind." "Dad, Dad, no, no, please, no dance fighting." "Stop!" "This is Capoeira, man." "This is hardcore shit." "Bernard, if you continue, you will force me to engage you." "And once I begin the sequence of combat, it can only end with your demise." "Bring it, dog." "Come on." "Bring it." "Come on." "He's taunting me." "Dad." "Greg!" "Greg!" "What, Bernie, you're gonna snap now?" "Greg!" "What?" "Now look what you did." "It's your fault." "He's bleeding." "He's bleeding, Daddy." "That's it." "Pam, Dina," "I'm calling a family conference." "Come on." "No, Dad, this is the family." "All right?" "In a few weeks, I'm not gonna be Pam Byrnes." "I'm gonna be Pamela Focker." "Or Byrnes-Focker." "We haven't totally decided yet." "No, no, no, I'm gonna be Pamela Martha Focker." "I know how that sounds, but-- but that's the name I'm taking." "Pamcake, you're upset." "I'm not so sure you're thinking clearly right now." "I'm trying, Dad." "It's you who is not thinking clearly." "These two kids love each other." "Look." "We've been kvelling about this pregnancy all weekend." "You knew she was pregnant?" "We all did, Jack." "Daddy, I was gonna tell you after the wedding, I swear." "This is the reason I created the circle of trust so we could discuss these things." "The circle isn't gonna work if you don't trust anyone that's in it, Dad." "Dad." "Jack, don't." "No, Dad." "Daddy." "Honey." "Daddy, please." "Daddy, where are you going?" "Jack." "Come on." "Daddy, come back, please." "This is nicht gut." "Is it ringing?" "There's no answer." "Well, let's give him some space." "Maybe he's learning to self-soothe." "Roz." "What?" "This is crazy." "I'm going." "I'm coming with you, Son." "No, Dad, I can do it myself." "We gotta make up time." "I know these roads like the back of my hand." "Come on, let's put this family back together." "Dad, I know a shortcut." "It will lead us to the freeway." "I think you make a right up here or a left." "It's either one or the other." "You don't know where we are, do you?" "You know, something's wrong here." "This makes no sense at all." "Dad, it's a map of Detroit." "Oh, well, that explains it." "Dad." "Punch it, Gay." "We gotta catch that dude." "Oh, shit." "Come on." "Come on." "Keep going." "Dad, come on, it's a cop." "Listen carefully." "Let me do the talking." "I know how to handle the local cops." "No, don't-- don't do any talking." "Don't shush me, I'm a lawyer." "I'm not shushing you." "You know how many tickets I've talked myself out of?" "Oh, wow." "Will you look at this guy." "Don't they have height requirements?" "We're screwed." "No, we're not." "Don't. don't, Dad, he said to remain in the vehicle." "Sir, I said to remain in your vehicle." "I just wanna talk to you for one second." "Let's just talk like friendly Floridians." "If you fail to comply, I will arrest you." "You see, my son's future father-in-law thinks my Gay back there has a bastard son." "I said shut it." "Shut it." "I know my civil rights now." "You know your rights?" "Huh?" "Oh!" "I have sensitive wrists." "Excuse me." "Sir, return to your vehicle." "I don't know what he said, but" "That's it." "On your belly." "On my belly?" "You got a hearing problem?" "No, I'm just trying to say" "Now we have two failures to comply." "Now, I need the two of you to remain on the vehicle." "Okay, now here's my plan." "Plan?" "Dad, no." "That was just a joke." "I'm sorry." "I was" " I was just trying to help you, Gay." "I know, Dad." "You're always trying to help." "Talk to me, Marty." "What's the intel on Operation Living Skeleton?" "Focker is not the kid's father, Jack." "Are you kidding me?" "I was sure I had that pegged." "I'm sending you a visual uplink now." "The dad was a minor-league Florida ball player." "His name is Rusty Bridges." "We all make mistakes, Santa." "Foxtrot One out." "34 years spent reading other people and I get it all wrong." "My own wife," "I don't even know what she's thinking." "My daughter keeps secrets from me." "Sometimes I think you're the only person" "I can really talk to, L. J.." "Asshole." "I know." "F" " O-C-K-E-R." "Hey, it's Jack." "Hey, Jack." "Wait!" "Jack!" "Jack." "Halt." "Jack." "Jack." "Jack." "Weaver stance!" "Oh, my God." "You shot my son." "Halt." "Your son has merely been stunned by a less than lethal weapon." "Remain calm." "50,000 volts of electricity are now passing into your skeletal muscle tissue." "Your central nervous system has been incapacitated but you will regain motor functions momentarily." "Officer, do you mind telling me why you're arresting these men?" "Oh, mercy, it just gets better and better." "That is none of your business, looky-loo." "Return to your camper." "At ease, son." "Put away the Taser." "Jack Byrnes, CIA." "C" " I what?" "Says here you're retired." "What'll you show me next, old-timer, your AARP card?" "Now, you listen to me, and you listen good." "What's he doing?" "Don't worry, he'll get us out of this." "You have no right to" "Stand down, sir." "No, I will not stand down." "You will stand down." "I will not stand down." "You will stand down or you will be working security in a retirement home in Point Beach." "Remain calm." "It's been almost an hour." "You think they caught up with him?" "Hmm." "Sure, sweetheart." "If I know Bernie, they're probably sitting in a café in Little Havana eating chimichangas and working out their issues." "Check it out." "He's got a rubber booby." "What's going on?" "What's going on?" "I was talking to Judge Goldfarb." "It's done, we're out." "I thought you were making a call." "We don't need it." "I ran into the judge in the hall." "I took care of everything." "Yeah, right." "What're you saying, Jack?" "I'm saying, if you had kept your mouth shut in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess." "I'm a lawyer, Jack." "I'm trying to get us out of here." "What'd you do, give the judge your fondue recipe?" "At least I'm comfortable enough in my own skin to cook for my family." "When's the last time you gave your wife breakfast in bed?" "When is the last time you gave her anything in bed?" "Now you're out of line, Focker." "You're out of line, man." "No, you hurt my feelings there, and there's no reason to hurt my feelings." "Would you guys stop?" "He insulted me." "Well, this isn't about you, all right?" "It's not about either of you." "It's about me and Pam." "We're getting married." "That's it." "We're starting our own circle of trust." "And guess what?" "You're not in it." "Oh, you can't start a circle of trust." "It's my circle." "You don't have a patent on the circle, Jack." "By the way, you're not even in your own circle right now." "That is untrue." "I say who's in or out of the circle." "Well, I'm confused." "Whose circle am I in?" "Nobody's." "Look, we're starting a family, okay?" "We-we're gonna have a baby." "I have a 15-year-old son." "You guys gotta put aside your issues and-- and do what's best for us." "Okay?" "Greg, Jorge is not your son." "What?" "I had a comparative DNA analysis done last night." "And I made a mistake." "You made a mistake?" " Yes, I did." " Wait a minute." "Truth serum, DNA matches." "Who the hell are you, Jack Byrnes?" "I'm not really a florist, Bernard." "I was in the CIA for 32 years." "And I retired right before I met Greg." "Oh, sure." "Well, that makes sense." "Bernie, what the heck are you still doing here?" "Ira." "Open up, let these guys out." "Judge, what exactly did he say to you?" "He didn't have to say anything." "Dr. Roz saved my marriage." "I'd do anything for that woman." "You tell sugar-pants" "I'll see her in class next week." "Will do, Ira." "Thanks." "Well, what can I say?" "I'm married to a powerful woman." "All right, gentlemen." "Let's go." "Excuse me." "What?" "Can you close the cell door?" "Focker!" "You want to remain in the cell?" "We're not done talking yet." "What?" "So, what do you think, huh?" "Hmm?" "Can we work this out or not?" "Okay." "Jack?" "Uh..." "Good enough." "All right, then, uh," "I think Pam and I should-- should get married this weekend." "This weekend?" "Oh, I'm not so sure that's a good idea." "You wanna be in the circle or not, Jack?" "Okay, we'll do it this weekend." "Oh, Jack." "Hey, I think I can get Judge Ira to marry you guys." "Oh, I don't think so." "But if it's all right with you, Greg," "I already have a minister in mind." "Oh my God, Daddy." "You didn't!" "Meeting Greg made such an impression on Kevin, he spent eight months in Israel on a kibbutz, then he took an Internet course and got ordained as an inter-faith minister." "Jack told me you were okay with me conducting the ceremony." "I hope that's true." "Yeah, yeah, no, I think it's great." "I mean, it is a little weird." "You listen to me when I say this." "Pam and I didn't have one-tenth of the spiritual connection that you two obviously share." "I mean, I look at you both together and you're beautiful." "I get it." "Okay?" "Okay, thank you, Kevin." "Thank you, Greg." "You're gonna be a great mom, Pamcake." "Thank you, Daddy." "And who gives this woman to this man?" "I do." "Jack Tiberius Byrnes." "Daddy." "Sorry, Greg." "She's all yours now." "That was sweet, honey." "Are you all right?" "Shalom, everyone." "Shalom." "Which is Hebrew for "what's going on?"" "Let us begin with the blessing of the wine." "Amen." "Kevin." "What?" "Yeah, go ahead." "Well, hi." "Rosalind." "Yeah." "I just have to say I underestimated you." "Oh." "When it comes to relationships" "I'm starting to see that you might actually know what you're talking about." "I appreciate that, Jack." "Really, thank you." "I also was curious about the advice you gave Judge Ira." "Mmm." "Is that classified information?" "I thought you'd never ask." "I'm gonna give you a crash course, okay?" "Come here." "Really?" "Uh-huh." "And I do that for how many minutes?" "Hey!" "There's my brother from another mother." "Congratulations, Jacko." "Put that away, Bernard." "We're family now." "We're family." "Now, if you'll excuse me," "I have some unfinished business to take care of." "Go get her, tiger." "We Fockerized him." "Sure did." "I'd like to Fockerize you." "Sweetheart, do we have to hurry like this?" "Honey, we're in a covert operation." "The bandleader told me we have 23 minutes before they cut the cake." "Jack, what are you doing?" "Little trick Bernie taught me." "Now let's find out, L. J., why the Ferber method isn't working." "Oh, hi, baby." "Hi, Little Jack." "Okay." "Oh, look what I brought you." "Oh, what did I bring?" "A chocolate." "For the baby." "Yummy, is that good?" "I know you're not supposed to have this." "Grandpa Jack doesn't like chocolate." "But he's a little, you know, whacko." "Don't tell him, okay?" "You know what?" "I got some cake in the refrigerator." "Later I'll bring you that, okay?" "Chocolate cake." "Good boy." "But don't tell anyone, okay?" "One more." "You yell and scream all you want." "Make noise, that's what this country's all about." "I think we've got a little protester on our hands." "Oh, it figures," "I should've known this was gonna go on." "Always question authority." "You have to question everything EI Stiffo Grandpa Jack says." "You know why?" "Because' he's full of..." "Because he's full of..." "Grandpa Jack is full of..." "Grandpa Jack is full of..." "There he is." "Little Man Jack." "How're you doing?" "Can I interest you in a little vodka?" "Just kidding." "I'm, like, uh, officially your uncle now." "So I was thinking maybe I should give you some uncley advice." "You know, little hints for surviving in this family 'cause you gotta learn to keep secrets from your psycho Grandpa Jack." "He was really upset when you crawled out of the playpen." "Which is why we never tell him that instead of watching you," "I was actually out by the lagoon smoking a little reefer." "Or that whole thing about Pam being pregnant." "There's no little Focker on the way." "Whole thing was just made up so Jack would let us get married." "But" "You gotta do what you gotta do, right?" "That's cute, that little alligator tchotchke thing." "What's that in its mouth?" "It's got like a-- a camera!" "Busted." "Hi, Jack." "I knew you were there all along." "I was just, uh, doin' a little show for you." "You know I don't smoke pot or anything, and Pam is pregnant." "You should've seen the look on your face, though." "Oh, so good." "Asshole." "Hey, look at me, Jack, what am I?" "I am a frozen caveman." "Study me, Jack." "Learn how strange the Focker genetic code is." "We are weird mutants who hug and kiss." "We show emotion." "Jack must learn from us and chip away with his hammer of truth." "Ha, Focker." "Wooga booga."