Thunk Quotes

Turkish: Tommy, why is your skin leaking?
Tommy: I'm a little worried actually, Turkish.
Turkish: Worried about what?
Tommy: What happens if the gypsy knocks the other man out? I mean, he's done it before ain't he?
Turkish: We get murdered before we leave the building, and I imagine we

get fed to the pigs.
Tommy: Well I'm glad to see you're climbing the walls in fucking anxiety. Pardon my cynicism, but I don't exactly trust the pikey.
Turkish: Don't think I haven't thunk about that one, Tommy. It's his mum's funeral tonight. God bless her. You know those gypsies like a drink at a wake. I'm not worried about whether Mickey knocks

the other man out. I'm worried about whether Mickey makes it to the fourth fucking round.
Tommy: What if he doesn't make it to the fourth round?
Turkish: We get murdered before we leave the building, and I imagine we get fed to the pigs.

Greg Focker: It's great to be here with all of you as I am about to set sail in my ship of life with my first mate, the beautiful, young blonde lass over there. Hey baby.
[blows her a kiss]
Greg Focker: I still masturbate to Pam.
Pam Byrnes: Greg.
Greg Focker: What? It's true. Honey, what? C'mon, you're

hot. Look at her! Look at those boobs. Man! I just wanna lather 'em up with soap and just
[shakes head making motorboat noise]
Greg Focker: . Man, I just want to nestle in there and take a little vacation in there.
Pam Byrnes: Honey.
Greg Focker: Honey, what? I'm sorry. Okay, excuse me for you being perfect! Hey, you

know who else is great? That woman over there, my future mother-in-law, Dina Byrnes! Dina Dina Bo-Bina Banana Fana Fo Fina. I love D-D-Dina Byrnes! You know they say if you really want to know what a woman's going to look like when she gets older, you should look at her mother. Well I'm lookin' and I'm likin'! Woo, look at her! Sweetness!
[chuckles]
Greg Focker: Good

genes. Byrnes gene pool.
[Spies Jorge]
Greg Focker: Hey, hey you! Hold on. Pam, I gotta tell you something about this little dude right here. In my first really passionate sexual awakening, I did, in fact lose my virginity to our beautiful housekeeper Isabel.
Pam Byrnes: Greg, honey, that was in the past so why don't you just come sit down?

Greg Focker: No, no, no, no, honey. 'Cause I have to get this off my chest. Really. We concieved a child. And his name is Jorge Villalobos. Come on up here, Jorge. Come up here. Let's lift the veil of mystery. The fruit of my loins is right here! Everybody take a look. See his face. He is mine. Search your feelings Jorge. You know it to be true. Yo soy tu papa.
[hugs

him]
Greg Focker: It's okay. I know. Lot of information. You let it settle. Who'da thunk it, huh? Come on, give that kid a hand. Oh, and Jack? Pam's pregnant. Focker out.
[passes out]

[Fauna finishes lighting the candles on Aurora's birthday cake and it begins to fall over]
Fauna: Well, what do you think of it?
Flora: Why, it... it's a very unusual cake, isn't it?
Fauna: Yes... of course, it will be much stiffer after it's baked.
Flora: Of course, dear. Well, what do you think of the

dress?
[Aurora's dress which Merryweather is wearing is revealed to be in worse shape than the cake]
Fauna: Well, uh, it's... it's not exactly the way it is in the book, is it...?
Flora: Oh, I improved it. But perhaps if I added a few more ruffles... eh, what do you think?
Fauna: Um, I think so. What do you think,

Merryweather?
Merryweather: I think we've had *enough* of this nonsense! I think we ought to think of Rose, and what *she'll* think of this mess!
[stalks off and the dress falls apart]
Merryweather: I still think what I thunk before: I'm going to get those wands.
[exits]
Fauna: You know, I think she's right.