Little Fockers2010

Dr. Bob:
Okay, I get it, Greg. I screwed up. The pressure of being in that family finally got to me.

Greg Focker:
What are you talking about? You were his golden boy.

Dr. Bob:
More like his golden b*tch. He wanted Deb and me to get married in Oyster Bay. Done. Can we name our baby after him? "You got it, Jack." Then he gives me this whole spiel, right, about how I'm next in line to his throne. He came up with this name for me, the Bobfather.

Greg Focker:
Really? He said that to you?

Dr. Bob:
Ah. He pulled the same sh*t on you, didn't he? In that family, we're all just hamsters on Jack Byrnes' little wheel. His Circus of Trust or whatever he calls it.

Greg Focker:
Circle of Trust.

Dr. Bob:
I had no idea how deep I was in until I stepped away, and I'll tell you something. Once I got off the treadmill, I've never been happier.