Greg Focker

— Where's Svetlana? Or should I say, the future Mrs. Kevin Rawley?
— She broke up with me.
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— What happened
— I don't know. I'm still trying to make sense of it myself. We were having some street food outside a government building in Bulgaria and I said, ''Hey, you want to get married?'' And I took out a little piece of string and I tied the twine around her finger, and she just... She threw it on the ground and said no. Or nyet, 'cause she's Russian. She caught the next plane out of there. Adios, Kevin.

— Greg, sweetie, how you doing?
— Just fine, considering I desecrated your grandma's remains, found out you were engaged and had your father ask me to milk him.

— And what's your most expensive bottle of champagne?
— Mumm's. It's on sale for $13.95.
— Really? That's it? You don't have, like, a nice, like, $80 or $100 bottle of something?
— You can get a whole bunch of Mumm's.

— Hey, what's the good word, Grandpa Jack? Yay!
— Greg. This is Jack Byrnes.
— Yeah, l know. I could tell from the caller lD.

Dina Byrnes: — I had no idea you could milk a cat.
Gaylord "Greg" Focker: — Yeah, you can milk anything with nipples.
Jack Byrnes: — I have nipples, Greg. Could you milk me?