Meet the Fockers

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Meet the Fockers is a 2004 comedy film and a sequel to Meet the Parents starring Robert De Niro, Ben Stiller, Teri Polo, Blythe Danner and Owen Wilson. Both are directed by Jay Roach. In addition to De Niro, Stiller, Polo, Danner and Wilson, Meet the Fockers stars Dustin Hoffman and Barbra Streisand.

Directed by Jay Roach. Written by Jim Herzfeld and John Hamburg.
And you thought your parents were embarrassing. taglines

Jack Byrnes[edit]

  • I said "No monkey business"!!
  • I'm not so sure this wedding is such a good idea. I don't like what I'm seeing from these Fockers.
  • We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.

Roz Focker[edit]

  • (to Jack) I'm wondering why you run around with a rubber boob strapped to your chest!

Greg Focker[edit]

  • 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 for a second, I came back, he let himself out of the playpen, he put on Scarface, and he glued his hands to the rum bottle. Okay? That's it.
  • Mom, I'm truly not comfortable having this conversation with you. I've been telling you that since I was eleven.
  • [into Jack's spy-camera, during end credits] Hey, look at me, Jack. What am I? [gruff voice] 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! [growls] Jack must learn from us, and chip away with his hammer of truth! Wooga-booga!

Dialogue[edit]

Judge Ira: Bingo, bango, bongo!

[After Bernie wrecks Jack's toilet to save his dog Moses]
Jack Byrnes: So much for the protection of our rolling safe house.
Dina Byrnes: Oh, honey, he was trying to save his pet. I mean, what if it was Jinxy who got flushed into a toilet?
Jack Byrnes: Mr. Jinx has had extensive aquatic training. He would have known EXACTLY what to do in the event of a submersion.
[Mr. Jinx purrs]

[After Greg fails to understand L.J.]
Jack Byrnes: That's not the sign for poop, that's the sign for milk! This is the sign for poop! [Does "poop" gesture]
Greg: Well, what's the sign for sour milk, because this, uh, tastes a little funky.
Jack Byrnes: That's because that's from Debbie's left breast, Greg.
[Greg spits it out. L.J. giggles.]

Jack Byrnes: Greg, a man reaches a certain age when he realizes what's truly important. Do you know what that is?
Greg Focker: Love, friendship... just love, I think.
Jack Byrnes: His legacy.
Greg Focker: That, too.
Jack Byrnes: If your family's circle joins in my family's circle, they'll form a chain. I can't have a chink in my chain.

Jack Byrnes: I don't care if they did call you Larry Poppins. You are completely unfit to handle a child.
Greg Focker: It was Barry Poppins.
Jack Byrnes: What kind of sick cocktail were you going to make my grandson?
Roz Focker: Jack, the baby's teething. I told Greg to give him some rum to ease the pain.
Jack Byrnes: It was your idea?
Roz Focker: Yes.
Jack Byrnes: What is wrong with you people?
Bernie Focker: You people?
Dina Byrnes: I used to rub bourbon on Denny's gums.
Jack Byrnes: Yeah! Look what happened to him. Greg, you couldn't follow a simple set of instructions?
Greg Focker: Jack. he was screaming. So I went in and I gave him a little attention. Okay?
Jack Byrnes: He's learning to self-soothe. These setbacks are disastrous for his devlopment.
Roz Focker: The child is adorable, but you're not raising Little Buddha over here.
Greg Focker: Mom.
Jack Byrnes: What are you saying?
Roz Focker: I'm saying that I have seen that kid eat at least 15 boogers since he's been here and and I've got news for you, Jack, prodigies don't eat their own boogers.
Jack Byrnes: And I've got news for you. Prodigies don't come in 10th place every time either.
Pam Byrnes: Okay, Dad. That's my fiance.
Jack Byrnes: I'm sorry. It's just that I've never seen people celebrate mediocrity the way you do.
Roz Focker: 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 that is crying out for a hug.
Jack Byrnes: The Little Jack in me?

(Greg is getting extremely frusrated)

Roz Focker: Jack, you have issues. I'm trying to understand why you run around with a rubber boob strapped to your chest. I mean, were you ever breastfed?
Bernie Focker: Key question!
Roz Focker: My guess is no.
Jack Byrnes: Will you spare my the drugstore pyschology.
Greg Focker: [everyone starts arguing] Everybody! All right. Everybody just... Everybody just STOP, okay? (as everyone goes quiet) 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 for a second, I came back, he let himself out of the playpen, he put on Scarface, and he glued his hands to the rum bottle. Okay? That's it.

Greg Focker: (high on Truth Serum, giving a speech) Hello everybody. I am, uh, about to set sail on my ship... on the sea of life with my first mate - the beautiful Pamela Byrnes.
Pam Byrnes: Love you, baby! (blows kiss)
Greg Focker: [drunkenly blows back kiss, pauses] I still masturbate to Pam. What? She's hot - check out those boobs. I just wanna lather 'em up with soap and rub my face in 'em. I could take a vacation in there. What? Gosh, sorry for you being perfect! And there's another wonderful lady in the audience, my future mother-in-law Dina Byrnes! Dina-Dina-Bo-Bina-I-love-Dina! Byrnes! You know they say you can tell from looking at the mother what your wife will look like in the future - well, I'ma looking, and I'ma LIKIN... (sees Jorge) In my first... passionate sexual awakening, I made sweet sweet love to my housekeeper, Isabelle.
Pam Byrnes: Come on, honey, that was in the past, so sit down.
Greg Focker: No no no, baby - I gotta get this off my chest.
Pam Byrnes: Please... sit.
Greg Focker: We conceived a child. Come on up here, Jorge! This is the fruit of my loins. Come on! Search your heart, you know it to be true. Yo soy tu papa! Yeah, I know, a lot of information to take in. Give that boy a hand. Oh, and Jack...Pam's pregnant. Focker out! (falls backward, passing out)

Little Jack: Ass...hole.

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