Grown Ups 2

Sweetheart.

Mmm?

Go over to the window right now

and open it as wide as you can.

Please let me sleep.

I think your

mother's here from Mexico,

and she needs to leave.

Open the window now.

Why don't you

open it, you lazy...

Somebody help!

Close your mouth!

No way. Can I ride him?

A deer!

Okay.

Daddy,

I left the front door open

in case any animals

wanted to come in.

You did, huh?

And one did.

Yeah.

Yeah, one crazy-ass one.

Oh, no, you did a nice thing,

sweetheart.

Greg, I'm gonna need a bat!

Daddy, no!

No, no, I'm not

going to hit the deer.

I'm just going to massage his

head for a little bit with it.

Okay, come on, come on.

He's right here.

He's eating Bowser's food.

Shh.

Okay, he knows we're here now.

Stay. Stay.

What's he looking at?

Move your doll towards me.

And back to you.

Towards me.

Back to you.

Three times, fast.

Give me that thing.

Mr. Gigglesworth?

No, don't worry.

Give it to me.

Go on. It's okay.

It's okay.

Put it in my hand.

Roxanne, take them in there.

Over there.

Hey, dude.

You like this guy?

Huh?

You want to play with him?

All right, let's go

play in the other room.

Come on. Come on, man.

Slowly walk with me.

I said slowly.

No.

Ah! Ah!

Get out of the way!

Oh, my God!

Problem solved.

Mr. Gigglesworth!

Daddy, he's killing him!

A new problem begins.

I'm sorry.

Is that your bra, Mrs. Feder?

Easy.

Ew.

It is nice.

Thank you, all right.

Cool, yeah.

Yeah, come on.

28?

Yes.

That's right again,

smarty-pants.

Hi, Dad.

Hey, Bean,

working on the math, huh?

Yep.

Mommy said if I get all

my math questions right,

I get to ride my bike to

school with Becky Feder.

Really? Okay, Bean, well,

what's seven plus nine?

Seventy-nine.

Is he a little boy

or a computer?

'Cause I can't figure it out.

Don't destroy his confidence.

Happy summer, everybody.

Whoa.

Okay, you sure you want to go

with those boots, honey?

I know you

bedazzled them yourself.

I'm just wondering

if they'll attract

too much attention,

you know, from outer space.

It's the last day of school,

and Mom says I'm

free to express myself.

Oh, building the confidence

right here with R2-D2.

Confidence. K-O-B-R-Q-V-Y.

Confidence.

Well, we're not gonna have to

pay for college.

That's for sure.

Well, looks like a horse took

a dump in Ronnie's diaper.

You're gonna need federal aid

to clean that up.

Ronnie, honey, did a doo-doo

grenade go off in your diaper?

You gonna change it?

That's not my son,

that's your son.

Ah ha ha! Yesterday

was my diaper day.

Today he is all yours, and

it's gonna get nasty. Whoo!

Go, Ronnie.

- Go, Ronnie, go, Ronnie.

- Go, Ronnie, go, Ronnie.

He looks like Nicki Minaj

trying to shake her butt

implants back into place.

Go, Ronnie, go, Ronnie.

Come on, Ronnie.

Go, Ronnie.

You got a lot of

appointments today, sweetie?

Nah, just one repair job.

Very special.

All right, I'm going in.

What is...

What is this?

A necklace?

Happy 20th anniversary, babe.

Wow, Dad, you remembered.

Oh, yeah.

Mom didn't.

Oh! That's cold.

I think I'm gonna

bust out of here.

So he gets off

the train and nobody's there?

Braden needs to spend

at least one summer with you

so he can say he has a dad,

you deadbeat, Higgins.

Well, not to be mean,

but I'm not even

1,000% sure who you are.

I was up from Florida.

Right in

the middle of making out,

I got a really bad

case of the hiccups.

Hiccups McGee?

Oh, my God, I have a kid I don't

know about with Hiccups McGee?

And no offense,

but I'm gonna have to ask

for a DNA test, you know,

because you just never...

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