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It was pretty funny. I can't imagine what they were thinking with the second one. Nothing, I suppose.
This scence gets me in tears everytime.
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Dina: Greg, would you like some yams?
Greg:Thank you. Oh, yeah.
Dina: You must've had vegetables fresher than that, growing up on a farm, Greg.
Pam: Dad, uh, Greg grew up in Detroit.
Dina: He told me he grew up on a farm. - Do they have many farms in Detroit? -
Greg:No, Dina, no, not a lot. In fact, Jack, I should clarify this. I didn't actually grow up... on a farm per se. The house we grew up in was originally erected... in the early Dutch farm, colonial style. So that, plus we had a lot of pets--
Jack: - Which one did you milk then?
Pam:- Dad!
Jack: Honey, he said he pumped milk.
What have you ever milked?
Greg: A cat.
Jack: A cat?
Greg:I milked a cat once. You wanna hear a story?
Jack: Sure.
Greg: My sister had a cat, and the cat birthed a litter of kittens. Must've been sixty of them, and there was this one little runt... this little sweet little... little-engine-that-could runt... who wanted to get up there and couldn't really get access to the-- to the-- to the-- to the-- to the teat.
Jack: Teat?
Pam: Dad. What have you.
Greg: I went in and just simply, you know, just-- into a little saucer, then took the saucer and fed it to Geppetto-- that's what I named him.
Dina: I had-- I had no idea you could milk a cat.
Greg: Oh, yeah, you can milk anything with nipples.
Jack: I have nipples, Greg. Could you milk me?