Bernie:"[outgoing message] Hello, you've reached the Fockers. We're not around, so leave us a message. Goodbye. [trouble with pressing a button] Roz, how the hell do you shut this thing off?"
Roz:"I have no idea. Just press a button."
Bernie:"All right, I'm pretty sure it's off. Honey, you want a chimichanga?"
Roz:"I thought they give you gas."
Bernie:"A little bit, but it's worth it"
Roz:"Yeah, worth it for you, but I'm the one that gets the fumes."
Bernie:"Honey, I'm in the mood for a chimichanga!"
