Little Fockers Page #2
Thank you.
And let it flow.
Better.
How's that?
That was great.
Nice technique.
That was so fun.
Yeah, yeah.
and, honestly,
I just don't have time
to moonlight pitching
a drug right now.
Shot down.
No, it's not you.
It's just...
No, I get it, you know.
Running nursing
in med-surge is a big job.
Yeah, yeah, so big,
I'm making less than I did
when I was in the ER.
Look, we are sponsoring
a convention at the Hilton.
Mmm-hmm.
You can make tons of dough
for, like, one speech.
Think about it.
Okay. I will,
Okay.
Knuckles?
Knuckles.
That was bad-ass,
by the way.
Yeah. Literally.
Dr. Bob.
Scumbag.
Jack, my taxi's here.
Oh, honey,
I just got off with Deb.
They are
officially separated.
That lowlife.
Yeah. You can
say that again.
You sure you don't want me
to come with you?
No, you know,
I think Deb needs
a little mother-daughter
time, honey.
All right?
Having an affair
with a nurse.
I can't believe
I didn't see
the warning signs.
He was very discreet.
She didn't even know
until she saw
those text messages.
Whatever you call them.
Yeah, but I'm trained
to detect that sort
of behavior, honey,
and the truth is
I was so busy putting
Focker through the wringer,
Dr. Bob slipped
right under my radar.
Oh, don't be
so hard on yourself.
Well, I'll never
let that happen again.
Are you having one of
again, Jack?
My muscles are
a little tight!
Yeah, yeah.
From stress.
I can see that.
Okay, will you just,
please, just relax, okay?
Everything is gonna be
all right. Honest.
Oh, I got to go.
Okay.
I'm gonna miss you.
Hey, Mom.
Hello, my precious prince,
how are you, darling?
Good. How's the TV show going?
Oh, great.
You know what this
week's episode is about?
to spice up your love life.
Really?
Yeah.
I'm gonna
send you and Pam a box
Don't do that.
You got to hear this, honey.
There's a little
speaker inside.
And the faster you go,
the louder it gets.
You know what?
Mom, Pam and I are fine.
We don't need musical condoms.
a little stimulation.
Oh, by the way,
interesting episode last week.
Which one? "Masturbation
Through The Ages"?
I thought we agreed
you weren't gonna
talk about me
on the air anymore.
Please, it was just
carpal tunnel syndrome
from excessive
self-pleasuring.
I have to connect
your father now, okay?
We need to
tell you something.
Ooh.
Hi! Gay? Roz?
Hello?
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