Meet The Fockers Page #2

Yes.

Nice to see you, Grandpa.

[Little Jack gurgling]

My God.

How did my nephew get so big?

Look at you.

You look just

like your mommy.

(Greg)

He does, doesn't he?

Hey. Hey. This is Greg.

Remember

we talked about him?

(Greg)

Hey.

[chuckling]

Sorry, Greg.

The card only

comes in one gender.

Oh! Yeah.

Now, that's... that's all right.

[Little Jack gurgles]

(Jack)

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.

[chuckling]

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?

[babbling]

Greg, Greg, Greg.

Don't infantilize him.

Talk to him like an adult.

(Dina)

Muskrat.

Huh?

Muskrat, Jack.

All right.

[chuckling]

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.

[mumbling]

(Greg)

Look at that.

"I would like to

eat more please."

"I'd like a nap,

and then later

I'll enjoy a nice poop."

[spluttering]

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, l... 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, sh*t!

[Little Jack wailing]

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!

[wailing]

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.

[horn honking]

Oh, my God.

Daddy?

(Greg)

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?

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