Cheaper by the Dozen Page #2

our Christmas card today.

- What time's Nora coming over?

- Uh, she may not make it.

She hardly ever comes home since

she started dating that doorknob.

- He's not a doorknob.

- The man irons his jeans, Mom.

- Yeah, that's weird.

- Never mind.

I'll shoot it without her.

I'll Photoshop her in.

Honey, could you take 10 pounds

off me with that Photoshop thing?

- Can I be Photoshopped in?

- Wait. If Sarah's bein' Photoshopped in...

- then I'm definitely gonna get

Photoshopped in. - Why don't we all be-

Nobody gets Photoshopped in but Nora.

Everybody be here by 4:00.

Why do we always do

our Christmas cards in May anyway?

Because the earlier we get it done,

the bigger discount we get at the printer.

Now, let's eat.!

Here you go.

Look alive.

No, Mark!

Get him!

- Come on.! Get him, Charlie.!

- He's headed for the waffles.!

- I got him, Charlie.! I got him.!

- Come to Daddy.! Come on.!

Mike, stick!

- Mark, net!

- I got the door covered!

I got the net!

- Whoa!

- Ooh!

Uh-oh. Busted.

Put Beans in his cage...

now.

Is everything broken?

Teacup with

the flower on it broken?

Nice move, FedEx.

Okay, here we go,

everyone. School. Let's go.

Hey.

Much cooler.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Henry, here you go.

- Thanks, Mom.

For the record, I am so over Nora's

hand-me-downs.

All right, well, you look gorgeous

in anything, Lorraine.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's goin' on?

What's wrong with you, mister?

Everybody says

the FedEx guy dropped me off...

'cause I don't fit in

with this family.

You fit.

You fit right here.

- Like that.

- I called shotgun.!

- No, I did!

- I did!

- I did!

- All right, that's it.!

Hey, you two,

knock it off!.

Mom's losing it!

I'm losing it!

All right. All right. Come on.

Break it up. Break it up.

Here we go. Are you okay?

I'll give you candy.

- Nigel, Kyle, chill or be chilled.

- Sure. Listen to him.

Mark? Oh.

- So Nora's not coming?

- Well, not exactly. Here.

That is so Nora. We tell 'em

they can't sleep together...

when they visit,

so she moves in with him.

Honey, she's just trying

to have her own life.

- She's too young to have her own life.

- She's 22.

The same age I was

when I was pregnant with her.

Five minutes ago, she was

sitting on my shoulders...

pointing at cows

in Munger's Field.

- And then you blinked.

- Yeah.

- Enough with the blinking. No more blinking.

- All right.

You were checking me out,

weren't you?

Yes, I was.

You got a problem with that?

Twelve kids later,

and we still got the heat.

Whoo!

Come on.! Hit it.!

Faster, faster, faster.!

- Is that as fast as you can go?

- Is that all you got?

Pump 'em high!

Pump 'em high! Let's go!

- Pump it up!

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